"Shoot Becky, shoot!" Dad would holler from the stands at my 4th grade basketball games. Often I didn't even have the ball, or was at the wrong basket. Didn't matter. Ever the encourager, our dad wanted us to use all the talents he and mom had given us to shine, to shoot.
Happy Father's Day to all the dads who never stop yelling for (not at) their kids.
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