I love my eight-year-old son Jeremy. He has brought nothing but joy to my life. But he and his friends absolutely suck ass on the basketball court, and now I am embarrassed to be his father. Their entire team is dogshit. I don’t understand why these third-graders were chosen to represent Hope Montessori when all of them are under five feet tall and can’t dribble. They just run around with the ball like it’s some gift on Christmas morning, but it’s not – it’s Saturday afternoon, and I could be anywhere else. I typically wait in the parking lot after…