I’ve always been a good defender in any sport I played.  My daughter plays a lot like me.  Her nickname is Iron Leg.  Tough, unrelenting, high pressure, unafraid of contact.

Defense is about will.  Harnessing it.  Imposing it.

Defense is about pain.  Harnessing it.  Inflicting it.

One time, the senior pastor’s son tries to intimidate me in a pickup game.  He is a varsity player, bigger, stronger, older.

He never scores.  He had a stable home, a prince at church, a jock at school.

But I had pain, lots of it.  And I throw it at him.  At the end of the game, he remarks to his friend that I’m not afraid to guard them.  Damn straight.

Nothing to win.  Nothing left to lose.