*two adults and a bunch of kids are standing around about to play basketball* parent: alright, mr. tate, it's your pick mr. tate: i pick... *two kids remain left to be picked* son: pick me, dad! father: my son's friend, billy! billy: yay! son: dad, seriously?! i'm your son! son: you just made me get picked last AND i won't even be on your team now! father: no amount of you being my son will make you any better at basketball