No joke: I estimate I lost over 1,000 games in a row.
My dad and I played 1:1 basketball most nights in my high school and college Indiana summers.
We lived in a small town, Preble Indiana, maybe 100 people, so there wasn't a lot to do but let my dad thrash me nightly.
We'd suit up, walk to the back yard where we had a sweet court: about a half court with perfectly smooth cement. We had even made our own regulation backboard and painted a perfect lane, free throw and 3-point line ourselves.
The game: one basket one point, make it take it to 11, win by two.
Every night, until we couldn't go any more.
Every night, I'd lose them all.
Every single game.
If I even got close to winning, say I was up 7 to 5, he had this inhuman level he'd go to.
Faster. Focused. Unstoppable.
And every night, dripping with sweat, we'd end the same way.
Physically beaten and mentally beaten down, I'd hear him say:
OK, let's quit on a make.
Sometimes I could barely walk, but we'd stay out there until we both -- with good form -- would make a shot.
Quit on a make.
I still remember it clearly.
Quitting on a make cemented success.
Even though I'd lose the day, I'd have that little victory in the end.
Endings are more important than middles.
We can quit on a make in business too.
And my new favorite:
I've been doing that last one for 2 weeks, and man, has it brightened my days.
I thanked one person I haven't talked to in a while, just to tell them what a special person they are.
I thanked a mentor, someone who paved a way for my future success.
And I thanked a family member for a job well done.
It only takes 5 minutes, and it gives me a triple win:
I'm sure it feels great being the recipient of thanks.
But I think I'm the real winner.
This week's podcast guest was Dr. Ivan Misner, best selling author and founder of the world's largest networking group, BNI.
IVAN ROCKED IT.
Check out his approach to hacking habits here.
Short interview, deep insights.
And his personal comment ending really threw me...what a great learning experience!
What if you ended each day sending a note to someone, thanking them?
How would it help the recipient?
And...how would it help you?
Quit on a make!
ps. I finally did beat my dad. I think I was 21 and he was 53, oddly about how old I am now. It was early in the summer and he wasn't in shape at all. I didn't beat him because I was better--I beat him because it was the 7th or 8th game we had played in a row, I was 30 years younger, in great shape, and he just tired out. Oddly, it wasn't very satisfying. I never remember beating him again.