Take time to enjoy the moment.

Tug McGraw was an eccentric, left-handed reliever (“eccentric, left-handed reliever” is redundant) for the 1980 Philadelphia Phillies, a club which had not won the World Series in the entire time there had been a World Series. That was 1903. In the last game of that series McGraw was called in to “close” the game. The Phillies were ahead 4-1 but the bases were loaded when McGraw was called in. One swing of the bat by Kansas City’s power hitting George Brett could win the game, end Philadelphia’s chance to win its first ever title and make McGraw go down in the history books as “the goat” who lost it all for his team and his city. The pressure on the man could not have been greater.

McGraw trotted in from the bull-pen, took the mound and then did something I’d never seen a man do before nor since. In the middle of a stadium, and object of soul attention of 50,000 maniacal fans (and the fans in Philly are just that), Tug stood on top of the mound, looked up at the crowd and did a very slow 360-degree pirouette. He was taking the time to recognize, to inhale, to savor the moment that would define him forever.

Tug McGraw was enjoying the moment.