Marty's team lost a big game on Thursday, one they really needed to win. But, they didn't play very well....
And da coach was not a happy camper when he came home.
I did my best to say things to try to cheer him up.
Then Lora came in.
"Dad, are you sad?" she asked.
"Come sit down with me," she said.
They sat on the sofa.
"Listen, dad. You're still a good dad. You're still a good coach. You're still a good baseball player. You're still a good cooker. Your team will win again someday."
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