Growing up I was always underestimated when it came to my favorite sport: basketball. I remember being offended as a youngster, but I soon came to realize that being underestimated was a great advantage.
I played on a team in middle school, but my passion was streetball. I played basketball outside whenever I could, no matter the weather. I remember shoveling my friend’s driveway just to shoot some hoops and beat him one on one.
Short? Yes, but quick, and a lefty, which made it a little more difficult to figure me out. I learned to stay quiet, and to let my game speak for me.
I’m not a professor, but I taught many, many kids growing up. My lesson? You underestimate people at your own risk.