I wasn't 100% sure I would make it in the league. Even with my apparent idiot savant athletic ability (which I still don't understand) it was clearly going to be extremely difficult. Even my practically superhuman nature has limits after all and not playing a sport for literal years also has its toll on the ability to jump in and perform well. Sure, I crushed the pre-tests and workouts. But I still wasn't sure. Clearly neither were a lot of GMs around the DSFL as I fell to 69th. Nice. A pick seemingly tailored to me. Either way I had to push. Hard. And that first month was rough. Everything I'd done to prepare was exponentially expanded on. I kept at it and kept catching up to my teammates and opponents as quickly as I could. Most of them had been doing this consistently for a decade so I had to burn hard to hit a lot of marks they already did in their sleep five years ago. Then, I got my real welcome to the DSFL moment. We played the Dallas Birddogs and I realized that the only thing I was really struggling against was my own awareness of my shortcomings and experience disadvantage. It turned out that the greatest competition of all was inside myself the whole time.
#Allbragnohumble
#Allbragnohumble
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