My question of the day concerns a bit of pondering I was doing while watching football this afternoon. The thing I was thinking over was
do complete assholes know that they are that way or are they just moving through life as best they can like the rest of us?
This comes from me wanting to drive my fist through someone’s face while working the chains at a football game. The guy in question is a coach and an older dad so he should know better than to act the way that he does. He claims to be a former college player but again he doesn’t act like it. This is most likely his second flight of kids but if its the first it took him a while to find his young true love.
His child does a below average job of quarterbacking our team but I don’t hold that against him. Like a pitcher in baseball sometimes the pressure on key players is as great on the parents as the kids. He chooses to blame his sons sucking on everyone else on the field. Loud and with attitude. To the point that some of the non coaching parents are beginning to form a mutual admiration society. I’m not really a joiner in things like that but today he gave me a little nudge in the wrong direction.
First he screams out specific player names just before the play begins. This is dangerous because if the kid does look over he is in danger of getting his bell rung. Nothing more fun while you’re playing that game than someone you are charged with crashing in to not paying attention. And then like I said he covers his kids inadequacies by yelling at everyone else. Now my child is on the injured reserve but we still go to the games so he is part of the team. He’ll be back on the field in 2 weeks so he is paying closer attention now to plays and formations.
Max is one of the acting water boys during this time and the afore mentioned asshole started yelling at him for not bringing enough water fast enough during a time out. My hand squeezed the flag and I must have mumbled something about him shutting the eff up out loud because the guy holding the box next to me said he was thinking the same thing.
I then went on a progressively louder antiahole campaign. Every time something came out of his mouth I chimed in with the opposite. It made the ass-kicking a little more fun to watch but by the end of the game I was still twisted up. I wanted to talk to the head coach alone before I did something stupid but there were always people around.
I knew it was time to go when my son asked if something was wrong. I spent the ride home pondering the question I wrote earlier. Weird but I’ve come to the conclusion that some intentional aggressive behavior would have made me feel much better.