I coach my daughter’s 3rd grade basketball team. Each girl has their own position and we run a different group each quarter. Well…we lost night. On the way home my daughter seems pissed off (which she is after we lose). I ask her what’s wrong. She won’t tell me at first, but finally tells me that we lost because of my coaching. “You played Brooklyn tonight at the 3, when she’s really a 2”. Each girl knows their number. So I said show me on the board. She then proceeds to show me where I messed up. I wanted to say, “yea, it’s my fault you turned the ball over 85 times and couldn’t get a rebound”. I went into my bedroom and started laughing…
