The story, short version.

California kid. Soccer first, baseball paid for school. Led the nation in stolen bases, drafted by the Phillies — and then spent a year and a half hating the game, because nobody ever taught me how to handle failure.

So I hired a mental performance coach. Ten years of pro ball, and in 2019 I came out of retirement for a chance to play in the Olympics. I didn't visualize getting a hit or making a play. I visualized myself on the podium with a gold medal around my neck — and that feeling was the fuel I rode all the way to Tokyo.

Now I teach that skill — to kids who shrink in the game, to teams that fold in the late innings, and to rooms full of people who've never worn a uniform. Mind. Body. Connected.