and so it begins
Football has started and just like every year there is a turd in the coaching punch bowl. The chances are a whopping 33% that my son will be coached by a complete douche and I am a bit twisted up over the whole thing. There have been bad potential coaches in the past and he has had a few but this ass-clown is right up there. The coach in question lives next door to one of my close friends. He is a crazy, lying, piece of shite with a batshit wife and a distorted sense of the world around him. Everyone on the sidelines last night thought he was banned from coaching but by all appearances that is not the case. As they were talking I started to feel a little queasy when I realized that everyone sitting there was writing to request he NOT be their child’s coach. This tilts the odds and I might have to break my long standing rule of not meddling.
I hate when parents think they no best but don’t buck up and coach a team. I travel too much to have that be an option but I’ll always help when I’m home. Not this asshole. If Max ends up on this dudes team I would consider paying the $50 penalty for being a non-volunteer parent and that’s just wrong. I got the poison pen out a couple of times last night but put it away before I could do any real damage. I’m going to mill around the coaches tonight and see what my options are. Crap I hate this. Part of me can’t wait for High School where my only thinking will be how many layers to wear in the stands but that will signal a four year countdown that I’m not really looking forward too.
