my Dad ‘s offensive plan. He was a HS football coach in the 40s and 50s. He was tough on his boys. He did not subscribe to any plan that included sympathy. And excuses. He was mean as hell but laughed throughout practices, He wisecracked between bouts of working your a** off. He would stop to make a wise crack, always unexpected, and he made you love him and revile him all in the same breath. His top fullback tripped over his ankles on a breakaway run and face planted and fumbled 2 feet from the goal line to loose a big game. When that play came up on the old black and white film of the game, my Dad’s comment was “He started. He farted. He fumbled. He fell.” He had a blue million quips for almost any situation. Later in his life, after football, at a serious business discussion he looked around after a long silence and said, “Gentlemen this reminds me of what the monkey said when he peed on the cash register”