So, I was watching the fights the other night, you know, just kicking back. Laura Sanko was on the broadcast team. Doing her thing.
And I found myself kinda zoning in on how she watches the action. It’s not just glancing, it’s like real focus. You can see it in her eyes, she’s locked in, picking up tiny details. It’s pretty intense if you actually pay attention to her instead of just the punches flying.
Watching the Watcher
It got me thinking, actually. About focus. About how locked in you can get on one thing. It reminded me of this weird experience I had ages ago, totally different thing but same kind of intense focus.
I used to work this job, real tedious stuff, data entry basically. Hours staring at spreadsheets. My eyes would just glaze over. But one day, there was this huge mess-up. Numbers all wrong, big client involved, panic stations.
My boss, this guy named Dave, he comes over. He wasn’t shouting, wasn’t angry, just stood there looking at my screen. And his eyes, man. They were just like Sanko’s watching a close exchange. Zeroed in. He wasn’t looking at the whole disaster, just this one column of figures. Like he was trying to mentally will them into changing.
- He didn’t blink much.
- Super still, quiet.
- Just intense looking.
I remember thinking, “He sees it. He sees the exact cell where it all went wrong.” I was sweating, waiting for him to explode. But he just stood there for maybe a full minute, eyes glued to that spot.
Then he just sorta sighed, real quiet, and pointed. “There,” he said. “Fix that one first. Then we sort the rest.” No yelling, nothing. Just that weird, laser focus found the starting point.
It was strange. Seeing Sanko reminded me of Dave’s eyes that day. That level of concentration, you know? Like everything else disappears. Anyway, just a random thought I had watching the fights.
