When i was 8 years old, I was on my middle schools "B" team basketball team and we actually got to play against the "A" team basketball team first round of the playoff tournament. I was number 8 btw. My nerd dad was actually the assistant coach that year, something he never did again btw and he didn't know a ton about basketball. I was pretty unathletic too. Anyway he devised this crazy plan for us to win by having us basically always keep part of the team full time offense and never play defense. It got is to a tie game with a few seconds left and I (having scored almost no baskets all game) shot up a 3 and made it for us to win. He picked me up and air planed me around the gym and said this is the best day ever. I will never forget that. Anyway, I'm always lucky number 8
