One night, Darren and I were on our way home from one of his basketball games. His team had lost and he’d given the players hell afterward for playing so terribly. I made the mistake of telling him he was too hard on the girls and he went ballistic.
He looked at me. “What?”
“You’re too hard on those kids,” I repeated. “They’re doing the best they can.”
“Sometimes their best just isn’t good enough,” he grumbled.
“Bullshit. You ride them like they’re grown men in the f*****g NBA. They’re high school girls, Darren.”
“They’re athletes, Mark, and I refuse to sugarcoat things for them just because they’re girls.”
“I’m not telling you to sugarcoat anything, but you had half the team in tears tonight. You treated those kids like s**t because they lost a goddamn basketball game. That’s not ri
