Behind All The Years Of

Give To Another Human Being Without The Expectation Of A Return.

Behind All The Years Of Practice And All The Hours Of Glory Waits That Inexorable Terror Of Living Without The Game.

The Point Of The Game Is Not How Well The Individual Does, But Whether The Team Wins. That's The Beautiful Heart Of The Game, The Blending Of Personalities, The Mutual Sacrifices For The Group Success.

I Like The Rough Impersonality Of New York ... Human Relations Are Oiled By Jokes, Complaints, And Confessions-all Made With The Assumption Of Never Seeing The Other Person Again.

Respect Your Fellow Human Being, Treat Them Fairly, Disagree With Them Honestly, Enjoy Their Friendship, Explore Your Thoughts About One Another Candidly, Work Together For A Common Goal And Help One Another Achieve It. No Destructive Lies. No Ridiculous Fears. No Debilitating Anger.