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I remember being on a basketball team when I was about 12. We lost a game by a score of something like 70-8. I know we were single digits. We were mad, but we weren't mad at the other team. Another kid's dad was there, I remember him saying something to the effect of "well, they're a lot better than you guys". Since I was the center and the best player on the team (yeah, I know) I had played the entire game and was pretty tired from chasing those guys around. Towards the end I stole a pass and raced the length of the court for a layup. It felt great. Except it was the wrong basket. That same dad kindly suggested that I have a seat for a few minutes and the coach agreed.
The other team was good, we were bad, everyone survived. End of story.
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