Do you have a genuine appreciation for change and uncertainty?
Do you thrive on competition, particularly competition where you have limited influence upon the outcome and will receive very little credit for successes while copping the majority of blame for failures?
Could you not give two hoots for job security?
Yes, yes and yes?
Might I suggest a career in coaching?
Newcastle Jets coach, Ernie Merrick, has been sacked. Two years ago he was a miracle worker taking the Jets to the grand final.
Now, somehow, he is the reason for the side's recent poor performance and has to go. I wonder what he changed in his approach and why he couldn't, simply, just change back?
They don't even appear to have a replacement ready.
There is unconfirmed flamboyant speculation that Harry Kewell might have a crack at it, but it seems far fetched.
Why would he? Why would anybody?
Cricket's become a contact sport
Watching New Zealand's Neil Wagner recently working at neutralising Steve Smith by, basically, bowling at his head, had me pondering the fact that cricket has become, to a considerable extent, a contact sport.
Helmets are now ubiquitous. It wasn't always so.
I remember watching Tony Grieg walking out to bat sometime in the late '70s with a white SP contraption on his head which had a sort of grill on the front of it.
Given the Windies pace attack at the time it was understandable to be a bit concerned about your melon, but, still, the majority of us thought it looked ridiculous - a gimmick.
We wondered about vision lines and mobility. "How could you bat in that?" we wondered.
To some extent the helmet seemed to make it harder for the batsman to get his head out of the way, and the quicks of the time certainly seemed to start using them as targets. "This will never catch on," we thought.
West Indies' reign of terror
Douglas Jardine has a lot to answer for, although I don't think anybody at the time realised that, apart from him being accused of poor sportsmanship, the biggest problem with his "bodyline" tactic was that it would give the West Indians ideas.
That line of play combined with their superior speed? They adopted it wholeheartedly and the reign of terror began.
Sick of being beaned by bouncers, and suffering recurrent headaches as a result, England's unfortunately named Patsy Hendren took the crease at Lords against the Windies in 1933 wearing protective headgear. Nobody had ever done so before.
The newspapers reported it as resembling a "Sherlock Holmes deerstalker type hat with flaps at the sides".
"My wife made the cap out of cloth lined with rubber," said Hendren at the time.
"I don't mind my face altered or my teeth knocked out as long as my head is protected," he continued, reasonably, before pointing out that nobody had any problem with pads on the legs or chest protectors.
Hendren's headgear was publicly condemned.
The press had a field day.
He retired, and that was it for cricketing head protection until its reappearance (again due to a ruthless West Indian bowling attack) in the 70s, whereupon it managed to take hold.
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The real danger these days though must lie, I'm thinking, with the spectating.
With all these "Big Bash" type affairs - on any given delivery the ball's as likely to end up in the stands as anywhere. At velocity.
You'd want to be paying attention... or maybe it'll be the punters who are needing the helmets next...