I am fed up with arrogant over-zealous coaches,and their successful programs. My kid is the best, and I built a million dollar company, and me, my kid and my ten employees will roll on down to Ward Melville, and take on the Rotanzes and anyone else who cares to show up mano-a-mano on the field. But Tim R. has to play in flip flops. Fair is fair. Otherwise, I don't care. They can even play with Power Shafts. Except Tim, who has to use a whiffle ball bat. Who are these coaches and why do they think they can tell a bunch of kids what to do? I may be a nightmare, and I may be off my meds, but I'll get all MadLax on anyone who doesn't smile when speaking to the boys. I'm a parents dream, and this is my new ambition in life.