I’m an old school coach. I’m going to make your kid run when she gets an attitude with me or with one of her teammates. And she’s going to run WITH her teammates when they get attitudes. I’m going to tell them that they are moving like my grandma when they need to pick it up and when the ball drops in front of her, I’m going to ask her if she’s here for the show or if she came to play. I will make frequent stops along the journey to success so they can get off this train if they want but if they stay they have to be on board with my old school ways and so do you. But I promise you, like this guy, if there is something in them waiting to be found, I will find it.
And then there are the Indians like me… Shoulders of a linebacker, back fat for days, belly you could rest your dinner plate on (which is how you got said belly), extra chin that halts your jaw at your chest but only AFTER you’ve said something stupid, fine hair that won’t grow past your shoulder blades… Oh to look like the native women in magazines.