Thoughts are weird. Sometimes you have them, and they pop into your head unannounced

For example — I remembered a baseball interview I watched of Roy Halliday talking about pitching: on how good pitchers have good stuff on good days, but great pitchers know how to still pitch on bad days

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Why would I remember this? And why would I remember this now? 

Speaking of Roy Halliday though, he was a consummate professional. I think showing up and being a professional really is the difference between an amateur and a professional whatever that means