The big one.  Trite, but that's what everyone calls it.  I can see my opponent practicing, but I can't make myself.  Too many hours of practicing boxing already, now it's like the calm before the storm.  I look over at him, wondering what he is thinking.  Is he thinking about the prize?  Moves I might make, and how he can deflect them?  I shake my head and wonder why it's all a big deal anyway.  We play the game, but it's not really a game, especially for the agents and the ad companies and the business centered around a game.  People are depending on me to win.  I don't care about them though, I didn't get to this point with their support, they are not the reason why I have gotten to this point.  I don't need to practice for the next half an hour because I know I can beat him, but he doesn't know he can beat me.  That, I decide, is why I will win.  
