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When I was young I played a lot of competitive team sports. One of them was baseball on teams coached by my dad, who had been a very good baseball player in his day.  From the first year my dad got talked into coaching the team he sat me down and told me he’d have to play me – let me on the field – less than all the other boys. It didn’t matter if I was better than them. Unless I was so good, so obviously the best person on the team, he would have to play me the least. It was what had to happen when a dad coached a team. 

I think the first year he coached my baseball team I was about 11 or 12 years old and I wasn’t overly pleased by what he said as I was at least the fourth-best player on a team of 12 that fields…