Red-faced, spittle spewing men, often grossly overweight, screaming in my face aren’t motivational to me. They are, in fact, un-motivational. They make me wonder. And I remember telling one such coach during a drill, “Hey. How about a little perspective? It’s just footwork” after he spewed forth in my face about something. This led to more spewing and more spittle, this time much closer. I remember thinking “Poor man. I wonder if he’s unhappy.”