I had a bad background just growing up as a child.
Many a time from a bad beginning great friendships have sprung up.
I love first chances, but unfortunately, first chances don't always work out for everyone, and I'm a perfect example of that.
A bad ending follows a bad beginning.
Simple version for me is, umm, started bad and finished bad basically.
For the first couple of years I played really bad tennis. It was so bad that they booed me off the court.
Every summer is important. If you have a bad summer, it can have consequences for the whole season. If you don't get people to rest and to have a very good pre-season, you can start the season chasing.
Of a pigs taile you can never make a good shaft. [Of a pig's tail you can never make a good shaft.]
My first game, I played the first play of the game and called a timeout and got sat down, got benched for the rest of the game, and we won the game. It was the longest day of my life. Long day. Very embarrassing.
My early interactions with VCs were really, really poor.
In order to get the worst possible first impression of Los Angeles one should arrive there by bus, preferably in summer and on a Saturday night.
Losing streaks are funny. If you lose at the beginning you got off to a bad start. If you lose in the middle of the season, you're in a slump. If you lose at the end, you're choking.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
