Early in my career, I thought the difference maker was talent. I thought the best pitchers just had better stuff. More velocity. Sharper pitches. So I was chasing that every time I stepped on the rubber. But I remember games where I had everything working and still lost control of the moment. One bad pitch would turn into two. Then three. My tempo would speed up. My thoughts would get louder. And suddenly it wasn’t about pitching anymore, it was about trying to fix everything at once. Then I got to a level where I was surrounded by some of the best pitchers in the world. And what stood out wasn’t their stuff. It was how steady they were. They’d give up a hit and nothing changed. Miss their spot and nothing changed. Big moment, same pace, same presence, same intent. That’s when it clicked for me. It wasn’t about feeling perfect. It was about staying the same, no matter what was happening around you. So I stopped chasing perfect mechanics in games. I focused on controlling ...