When I was a kid, I used to go the park and watch the ballers play, wishing that that would be me one day. I was intrigued by their love of the game, they weren't getting paid, but they love hearing screaming their name. They were determined, motivated, focus to win, and after they played all day, they would play again. They worked hard and would hardly rest. They knew the form for success, and a kid like me was so impressed. Till then on, I knew what i wanted to do with my life, I was hungry for the game, so I fed my appetite.