Every point we cross comes the sigh of relief, then the "whew cant believe made it through, that was rough". Every rough patch is a stepping stone, and normally against our own pride we hate hearing the coach in the back ground guiding from experience. I can do it, its my lesson, how am I to learn from your walk blah blah blah. Now when your coming up on your last few rounds, pit staff burnt out and tired. The voices of the pride cheerleaders silenced you realize it's time to recruit those magickal beings you've primed for so long. Full of opening day jitters, beginners luck, and no experience. The perfect pit crew for the novice on its last wings. Just a smidget of the mini people' magick can harnesses endless worlds of victories.