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America's a family. We all yell at each other. It all works out.
I'd just play 'til my hands fell off. My parents would yell at me to stop because they couldn't stand the noise any more! I was terrible! It must have been hard for them to listen to me as a beginning drummer.
I'm not the type who'll yell about my achievements from the rooftops.
In real life, I tend to yell at people a lot. Not because I'm bossy or mean, but because I'm frustrated.
I can't be a hypocrite as a coach because as a player that's what I wanted. I wanted feedback, I wanted communication from the boss. I showed up for work, you can yell at me if you want, but I want input. So that's the kind of coach I want to be.
I am an average mother in almost every way, so yes, much to my regret, I do yell at my children.
When my father would yell at me, I told myself someday I'd use it in a book.
In a perfect world, probably we'd never yell, we'd just be firm and dispassionate. But of course, everyone yells at their children.
Golf is a game in which you yell 'Fore!', shoot six, and write down five.
Even if I don't always behave as I should, this still doesn't explain why so many people have something against me. But you know how it is. A lot of people vent themselves by coming to the stadium to yell at me. I hope it's not racism. I tell myself that it's not racism; it's because I'm tough, and I repeat this to myself.