It’s fourth and goal.
Time for one play to determine the winner of the game. You drop back to pass. One receiver’s wide open. You throw a “frozen rope” spiral — right on target. You hit the receiver so hard in the chest that there’s no way they don’t make the catch.
But they don’t. And you lose. (More than the game).
You race to the “would be” receiver, now crying and laying on the ground. “What’s wrong?!” you ask, amazed that the catch wasn’t made.
“You fwew it too hawd”, your 2-year old (nearly 3) whimpers.
How would this make you feel? Good play?
So, why? WHY, do we insist on presenting, solving, doing things our way when success so clearly depends on more than just you?