It is midnight and I have been absolutely sick to my stomach. Not because of my daughter, but because of my reaction to her Day 1 tryout. I feel like the absolute worst father in the world. I literally have chills and caused my self to throw up. I did not direct my reaction at her or towards her. After she played with her friends for about 30 minutes after tryouts, we talked about it walking to the car and while driving out to a special daddy/daughter dinner. She played up a year as a 7 year old in a U9 development academy. She has done very well, but hit a plateau as the season ended. Yesterday was Day 1 (of 3) for tryouts. The player pool this year is more talented than last year. My daughter had an OK day of tryouts. What she didn't do well is use the skills she has learned in the tryouts. They did 1v1 all day. Defensively, she did perfectly fine. Offensively, is where my reaction came from. She never attempted anything creative. Every attempt was the same thing...dribble straight, turn right to the out of bounds line, and hope to hit a hard angle shot. Tomorrow (actually today now) is another day. I have decided I will not watch the last 2 days of tryouts because it is more harmful than good. I will sit in my chair in the shade, talk to the parents from her team over the last year, and relax. What ever happens, happens. We always have a backup plan if the remote possibility is that she doesn't make it as one of the Top 40 players.