Author: Chet

My best friends, clients, and loved ones are all in. What the hell is all in? An overused phrase, that’s for sure. According to google, it’s one of these three descriptors.“Being without any further money to bet, but remaining active in a hand. Very tired. With everything included.” This rant fits the first descriptor. Me … Continue reading All in…

Most moments of truth (MOT) are small. We mostly miss them on purpose. We’re afraid to offend. We’re not sure what to do with conflicted emotions. We don’t trust our ability, motivation, and don’t want to be perceived as a b&tch or dick. We experience a failure of nerve. Fact. So we ignore early warning … Continue reading MOT…

Today was a sacred team practice with a beautiful team playing the beautiful game. I’m sharing my writing to them with you. BTL team practice is always sacred to me. Slow down and soak this up. Hope it hits a few of you… We covered some good ground today in BTL team practice. Lots of … Continue reading My favorite sports..

Early this am I made a call to my Poquito. He’s rehabbing a replaced shoulder last month and two knee replacements done in December and October. He was gasping for air as he answered my call. “I’m on the bike,” he exclaimed with much joy. He was 40 minutes into a 45 minute Peloton ride, … Continue reading Poquito is not…

Chasing excellence does not mean you work all the time. Chasing excellence begins by culling more from your day not chasing more in your day. The elite cut bullshit out. The mass of humanity keep adding more onto their over scheduled lives. When I started BTL twenty years ago, I began by writing what I … Continue reading Cull your way…

Yesterday, during practice 63 with a team I love (btw, I love ‘em all or I don’t work with them), I challenged Bunion, Theresa, Wildkitty, Fred, Kyle, Brian, Josh, and more than a few more. Challenging those chasing excellence is now my nature. It has not always been this way. When first leading teams, I … Continue reading Chasing excellence…

Pheidippides was a professional Greek runner (a hemerodromos) back in the day - way back. Pheidippides was the dude who ran from the Battle at Marathon to Athens in 490 BC. He's said to have screamed "Nike" (Victory) before breathing his last. Here, as Paul Harvey liked to say, is the rest of the story… … Continue reading Phed…

Andrew Jackson was our 7th President. His Dad died the year he was born. Mom died after retrieving Andrew and his cousin from a British Prison Camp during our Revolutionary War. He felt the sting of loss. He fought as a thirteen year old in that war and as a General in the War of … Continue reading Old Hickory…