The days of my youth were spent on the basketball court. I was a shooter, and a lethal one at that. From the elbow, from beyond the arc and even with a floater in the paint, I just couldn't miss. My Achilles' heel was the free throw. I would tell my self the fundamentals over and over again: elbows in, deep breath and extend and follow-through. But no matter how much I practiced, I couldn't hit two in a row. My coach took me by the side and said, "Son, you're a 90% shooter, I know you are." He went on to say "You just need to believe in yourself that you can hit 90% of those free throws. When the game is on the line, you'll be able to hit the two that matter." The next game, I got fouled, 5 seconds left, 4th quarter, our team down by 1. The words of my coach echoed in my head as I lined up to take my free throws. I did my routine, elbows in, deep breath but I also added a calm and measured "you can do it buddy, just believe" to myself as I let the ball leave my finger tips. Two shots, two hits, two points. That carried our team to victory.

And that's the story I told my Groudon so it could hit its two Overheats. Thank you and have a nice day.