The Art of Fielding: A Novel by Chad Harbach

"He already knew he could coach. All you had to do was look at each of your players and ask yourself: What story does this guy wish someone would tell him about himself? And then you told the guy that story. You told it with a hint of doom. You included his flaws. You emphasized the obstacles that could prevent him from succeeding. That was what made the story epic: the player, the hero, had to suffer mightily en route to his final triumph. Schwartz knew that people loved to suffer, as long as the suffering made sense. Everybody suffered. The key was ti choose the form of your suffering. Most people couldn't do this along; they needed a coach. A good coach made you suffer in a way that suited you. A bad coach made everyone suffer in the same way, and so was more like a torturer."

History of the West by Larry Spears

Tom Mix was a v. big cowboy star in the 1930s. He was a real cowboy. I saw him in one movie that must have been a rerun. He wore a hat that was more pointed than Gene Autry's. He was a friend of Wyatt Earp until Earp died. Mix cried. In my time, little girls skipped rope to "Who you gonna marry?...Tom Mix; what you gonna feed him....hot bricks." Tom Mix was killed in an automobile accident when a heavy object in the back seat flew up and broke his neck or maybe crushed his skull. Don't recall. But I still remember that when packing the car. Put the heavy stuff in the trunk. Everybody know to do this, but I remember Tom Mix when I do it. Tom Mix died so that Sharon might live.