My first dunk ever was in middle school. We were playing, me and my church friends, and I dunked it, and I swear I could not sleep that night.
In life, you'll have your back up against the wall many times. You might as well get used to it.
It's not the will to win that matters-everyone has that. It's the will to prepare to win that matters.
But there's one thing about quitters you have to guard against - they are contagious. If one boy goes, the chances are he'll take somebody with him, and you don't want that. So when they would start acting that way, I used to pack them up and get them out, or embarrass them, or do something to turn them around.
Sacrifice. Work. Self-discipline. I teach these things, and my boys don't forget them when they leave.
You win games with your strengths, not your weaknesses.
Motivating people- the ingredient that separates winners from losers.
If we lose today, it will be over my dead body. They'll have to leave me face down on the mound.
Facts are not truths; they are not conclusions; they are not even premises, but in the nature and parts of premises.
Cyclists. I really hate them. I wish they would not be so self-righteous and realise they are a danger to pedestrians. I wish cyclists would not vindictively snap off wing mirrors on cars when they were trying to cross in front of the car at a danger to motorists and pedestrians.
No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars.