I haven't seen anyone get fired up for a fight in a while. Not since high school, at least.
So when hubby got pulled in to manage Jacob's little league team, it didn't occur to me that fist fights might be a coaching hazard.
You should've seen this guy - the other coach? We actually played a few games against him in basketball last season - he's got his kids foulin' ours and pushing, pushing, pushing - aggressive as hell.
With 6 year olds.
Oh, yeah. Mr. Competitive. He's a killer, alright.
It wasn't a surprise to find that he was coaching one of the little league teams as well. Guess he just wasn't expecting this lil' ol' rookie team to call him on his illegal line up.
Our scorekeeper hollered out, "Where's #8? Number 8 needs to be out in the field!"
His response?
"Why? This is the way I've been playing all season, so... oh well!"
We didn't want to make a big stink about it, so we let it go. Hubby took a minute to show him the, um, rule book, for future games. But it looks like he didn't appreciate it, coz he had a few words for one of our guys.
Our first base coach moves out to take his position in the field.
>>Killer: "Hey - you'd better tell that scorekeeper of yours to keep her trap shut."
>>First Base Coach: "You know what - she just wants the kids to be able to play a fair game."
But Killer keeps mouthing off - during the game and in front of the kids! Now the other teams parents are closing in. What the hell?!
Our guy is a good one - and he tells him, "Let's just let the kids play."
But Killer just gets in his face.
>>Killer: "Oh, ya feeling froggy? Feeling froggy there, buddy? C'mon - you wanna jump me?!"
OMG. No he didn't.
Our guy told him right off, "Are you serious? You really think I wanna fight you - HERE - in front of all the kids? No. I don't think so. But if you wanna see me in the parking lot afterwards..."
Surprisingly, the rest of the game went alright. Not surprisingly, Killer didn't really mean what he said up there.
I've no idea why sports for our kids turn into competitive matches for the parents. Or maybe I do... What the hell do they think they're teaching their children? Our children? What kind of example are they setting?
For real, though - all the action (and drama, apparently!) are in the bleachers behind home plate. You miss too much sitting on a blanket behind 3rd base.
Tonight was WAY more fun than any of the other games. We can actually see what's going down! And Joel miraculously sat through the WHOLE GAME between me and JC on the bleachers.
Happy as pie with his drink, his churros and some chips to munch on.
Just like his mom. ;)
