This was eons ago, but I remember to this day overhearing my father complain about my high school basketball coach one night. My heart jumped for joy – since there were a few times I disliked how hard our coach pushed us. So I decided to jump into my father’s conversation. “Yeah, and you should see the way he treats us if we make a mistake,” I blurted. My father, a bit startled, looked at me for a few seconds. He gave me a look that instantly told me my interjection was a mistake … a big mistake. “Never mind what I’m talking about,” my father said sternly. “You listen to your coach.