By the time I hid the eggs, filled the Easter baskets, and wrapped a couple gifts, it was a little past four. Then it was off to bed, where, try as I might, I couldn’t get my match with Sting out of my mind. Which is good. It means this thing is coming together in my mind — just one step away from actually making it happen in the ring. I was always pretty good at visualizing my matches, seeing them in my mind, making them feel so real that I just had to physically make the action come to life come bell time. When I was a kid, maybe eleven or twelve, I attended a town-run summer basketball camp for three hours every morning. Every year, Coach Stan Kellner would come lecture about “basketball cybernetics,” a unique brand of goal-based visualizations that he had pioneered. To this day, I remember Coach Kellner’s rules for success: See the picture. Think the picture. Be the picture. Don’t be afraid to make mistakes. Coach Kellner would ask some random kid in the crowd what his goal was.
