“There’s nothing sadder than wasted talent.”

In case you don’t recognize it, that’s a line from A Bronx Tale. And in part, I agree with it. But I might change it around a little to “wasted potential…”

Too many young athletes don’t realize the true potential they have inside them… They think you’re either GIFTED or you’re just doomed to mediocrity.

They don’t realize that the guys they see on TV put in thousands of hours of work to get where they are… It took drive, desire, sacrifice…

“Talent” helps, but it’ll only take you so far. You want to be your best? You’ve gotta work at it. Earn it.

And you know what the real problem is sometimes, I think…

Fear of failure.

What if you put in the work, give it everything you’ve got, and you still come up short? I get it…

But that, my friends, is NOT failing.

No, that pretty much describes every great successful person, at one time or another, who’s ever walked the planet.

You can look yourself in the mirror after something like that. And you’re better for it.

No… real failure is slumping your shoulders and turning away with your tail between your legs, being too afraid to go after what you really want…

Only to look back years later thinking, “If I’d only tried…”

Okay, now I want to share with you what got me thinking about this.

Last night after bath time, we got the kids in their PJ’s, put them in the car and took them out for a drive to look at all the Christmas lights around town.

They were so excited.

“Magical!” My little girl would say, as we passed a particularly pretty display,

Christmas songs were playing on the radio and the kids sang along with Rudolph and Frosty….

And then came one of my favorites.

The Little Drummer Boy

They didn’t know that one… And as I listened to the words, I felt my eyes get a little misty…

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,

On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum

I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.

I might be a little sentimental, but that get’s me fired up. My older brother was always partial to that song growing up.

“That little drummer boy was tough!” he’d say. And he was right.

See, here he was, just a little boy… A poor boy. He had no gift to bring…

But that didn’t stop him. He showed up anyway…

He played his drum for him.

He played his BEST for him.

He let out the greatness he had inside him.

What will you do with your gift?

Don’t be afraid to see how good you can be.

Okay, that’s all for now. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday.

Coach Phil

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