My daughter's coach was always talking with me at games and practices. He seemed very nice, so when he finally asked me out, I said yes. Everything was going fine until our waiter brought him an incorrect drink. The man lost it, screaming at this poor guy for more than fifteen minutes. I explained to him that I didn't like the way he treated people and that it said a lot about his true personality. He got angry and left. I now sit by the outfield at practices.
— Carolyn, 43