The Ten Pictures That Got Me Here: #7: Patience.
I always had to stand with my front foot pointing first base to stand a chance of hitting the ball in-field. I never could seem to master waiting for the ball to arrive at the perfect arc across the plate to send it sailing. I swung as soon as it felt right to swing, even though it somehow was always a bit too early.
Although every muscle in your body screams “go now!’, the practiced professional knows how to force the waiting. A fraction of a second. A shaving of a sliver of a blip of a moment later and with your focus locked, and your eye on the target, what you’ve been looking for comes in to view. You can only swing once . . . but you knock it out of the park.