As my thirteen-year-old son prepared for his basketball game this past weekend, I asked if he was ready to play.  He said, “I’m going to take my anger out on the game.”  You see, he has become a die hard Duke basketball fan like I am and our beloved Blue Devils had just been taken behind the woodshed by a very determined St. John’s team.  It was a brutal loss and my son was mad about it.  I looked at him and said something to the effect, “If you go out there angry, you’ll make stupid mistakes.  Getting angry means getting stupid.  What part of that do you have control over?”  Her replied, “I shouldn’t get angry.”  Bingo.  We proceeded to have a chat about how letting our emotions get the best of us prevents us from being our best.  He was able to calm himself and play a good game.