It was my senior year in high school, at the Lavin Basketball Camp during a ridiculously hot August week. The captain of the team I was on- a really good player from Crenshaw (southern California), who clearly earned the title of team captain; played both ends of the court extremely well; and whom I knew could run circles around me anytime he wanted- told me an anecdote of when he went to another camp earlier that summer.
Going into [that] camp, I thought I was the $**t, and I let everybody know about it. I got to camp the first day and saw everyone else play- guys that were from all over the country- and I said to myself, "Man, I better shut up."
The moral of this story should be crystal-clear. When I was younger and dumber [read: 3-4 years ago], it was harder for me to remember this; it's definitely easier now.
The philosophy behind good social dancing, leading, following, and topics that discuss more than just Salsa Cubana.