I have fond memories of playing second base in little league. At that time, baseball was everything and, in practice, I played like an all-star. I never missed a ground ball and always made an accurate throw to first. However, when it was game time, I often choked. I look at fly-fishing the same way. When nobody is around, I can make just about any cast I want but the second someone is watching or the second it matters, my mind gets the best of me.