I smile and salute him, then try not to gawk at his ass as he jogs down the sideline. Then I try not to stare at him as he “yells” at them. And I fail. I fail over and over again. Because West’s version of yelling at kids is clapping and cheering and boisterously letting them know what a terrific job they’re doing. There’s, “Get it, girls! Let’s go!” Followed by, “Beauty shot, Shelby! See you at the Olympics.”
