We have to be a little insane to do this, a trifle obsessive, almost as single-minded as shaven monks who sit for years meditating under trees in search of distant nirvana. No joke. I once got yak milk from China because I was told it enhances concentration. (It didn’t.) I attached electrodes to my head to view the activity in my brain when I shot well. I lasered off my love handles. Let’s be clear: we’re not you. We’re not better than you, or other athletes, just caught in lives mostly weirder than most.
