Deuce Snaira stood on the field with a young quarterback who dreamed of making the perfect throw. The player launched the ball over and over, each pass slightly off, each attempt met with Deuce's silent gaze.

Frustrated, the quarterback finally asked, "Coach, when will I make the perfect pass?"

Deuce pointed to the nearby lake. "Do you see the ripples in the water when you toss a stone?"

"Yes," the quarterback nodded.

Deuce handed him a smooth stone. "Now, make one ripple."

The quarterback threw the stone, and the lake rippled endlessly. He frowned. "I can’t. One stone makes many ripples."

Deuce smiled. "And one throw does not make the perfect pass. No single movement matters, but the thousands unseen, each one carving the path to perfection."

Mitch Ouc nodded. He picked up another football.

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