Where Do memories Go When You Can't Recall Them?

Ian didn't have the best day at tennis practice today-- perhaps because he had a dentist appointment at 7:00 AM to have a cavity filled and then ate a spicy chicken sandwich from the new spicy chicken sandwich place right before practice-- but otherwise, things went well . . . although I'd like to remember the secrets I learned when I read Timothy Gallwey's classic The Inner Game of Tennis: The Classic Guide to the Mental Side of Performance to pass these along to the team . . . but I don't.

4 comments:

Whitney said...

Maybe just remember the time you ate Wendy’s Superbad before an intramural football game and pass along that lesson to Ian.

rob said...

superbad, you say?

Whitney said...

It’s a mashup of a fast food buffett and a bawdy coming-of-age comedy film.

Dave said...

that's a decent pitch! let's write it . . .

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