A Real Team
It can be inspiring to watch a superb team in action. One wonders, as members of a jazz ensemble pass solos back and forth without missing a beat, how they do that. The same feeling can come while watching a great basketball team. A player feints in one direction, moves three strides in another, and, at the precise moment she has broken free, the ball reaches her outstretched hands. The subsequent shot is anticlimactic; the awesome part is how it happened that the player and the ball arrived at the same place at the same instant.
The other side of the coin is the empathic embarrassment one feels when watching a team that does not work. The ball is passed but no one is there to catch it and it bounces untouched out of bounds. There ...