Before I was ever in my teens, I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. My goal was to be the greatest athlete that ever lived.
Luck? Sure. But only after long practice and only with the ability to think under pressure.
Practice, which some regard as a chore, should be approached as just about the most pleasant recreation ever devised.
A couple of hours of practice is worth ten sloppy rounds.
The formula for success is simple: practice and concentration then more practice and more concentration.
It s not just enough to swing at the ball. You've got to loosen your girdle and really let the ball have it.