>>>It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... or the beginning of sorrows.
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>>>Actually, no K3....false alarm...and it would have been a "whoops!"...
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>>If it does happen sometime it might turn out to be one of those unbelievably good things you didn't even think you wanted. That's not sticking my nose into something that is none of my business, just saying I have seen things turn out that way.
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>Yeah, my daughter is an Whoops!!! It's been a wonderful 23 years since that Whoops happened!!!
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>Whoopses are good !!

Yes. Again, not trying to tell KG what he should want. It's really none of my business.

The event in my own life I was thinking of was a U-8 soccer team I coached. At the time I was on the board and we had an issue with one U-8 team. (Under 8, i.e. 6 and 7 year olds). They didn't have a coach. One soccer mom had signed up her husband to coach the team, which was not infrequent, and he was buried in work and said no. Our regional office called every player's parent and they all said no. So it came up in the board meeting that we're going to have to disband this team and give them their money back. That got my attention and I said heck, I'll coach them. I had coached some, when Emily was little and until her skills had exceeded my expertise. As far as I knew that was the end of my coaching career. But events intervene sometimes, don't they?

You can guess where this is going. The Red Knights were the most enjoyable team I ever had. They were extremely talented, for which I take little credit; most of that goes to their dads. The rewarding part was at least four of them were ADHD. I seemed to have a talent for dealing with troubled kids, which more than one mom complimented me on. They were unruly to an extreme and practices were sometimes a challenge. I found that if I could keep it like play, not a military drill, they might be engaged. Maybe, on a good day. And that I would tolerate a certain amount but not too much. They seemed to respond to that. They truly could not control their actions but had an unevolved desire for order in their lives.

Accidentally I ran into one of the Red Knights players and her parents at a regional tournament where I refereed a couple of years ago. Officially it was an AYSO tournament, where everyone plays, but in actuality it was a tournament between all-star teams from every region. Ellie was 12 or 13 by then and I didn't even recognize her during the course of the game. She was not one of the ADHD ones. I was running a sideline and watching the game, not the players. At the end I recognized the parents of another player who I knew well from youth play. When I was done talking with them Ellie's dad gave me a wave. I went over and asked a dumbass question. "Oh, was Ellie in the game?" They said yes, she's over there with her teammates, you should say hello. She was no longer the little bulldog but she still had the same sunny smile. We said hi and she told her teammates, "This was my first coach." I truly do not claim any credit. Every game she played she was the most talented player on the field, and that includes the boys. She loved scoring goals and was very good at it. If she got the ball anywhere near the net, she was going to pound it in.

Sort of a long discourse, but we should all trust those whoops thoughts.