As a coach's son, I know how difficult playing for dad can be.
For pops, it was simple - on the court, I was gonna get coached hard like everyone else, sometimes more just to make sure it was clear to everyone that there was no favoritism. Once practice was over, the coaching was over, and he was right back to being dad again.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting at the dinner table ready to explode because he just got on my a$$ a hour ago!! It was more me than him, but my personality just wasn't able to successfully separate the two.
So, it is not nearly as easy as some may think. For those who can successfully make that relationship work, kudos.