GAMING PRACTICE
I remember the first year I played Junior High football—I think it is called Middle School these days. That was many years ago. There was a guy who suited out for the team. He was small, not very athletic and had no previous experience playing football. At practice, he would routinely get the stuffing knocked out of him by the bigger guys on the team. He was a real-life blocking dummy. I thought this kid would ultimately tire from the beating his body was taking on the field and quit. I was wrong. This kid faithfully showed up for practice every day. During the first or second game of the season, the coach went over to this kid – who had certainly paid his dues during practice time and told him that he wanted him to go into the game. The dude’s response surprised everyone. “I don’t want to play, coach.” I just thought he was afraid of getting hurt in a real game. After the game the coach gathered the team around and had a talk with him. “Look,” he said, “a game is r...