Sunday, June 22, 2008

Mama Bear and Papa Bear

The weekend was full of wonderfully busy, hectic family type stupid crap, did I say that? Well, at least it is better than sitting at home listening to them fight. Saturday, we had a softball game and a baseball game. The softball game was hot, long and boring, did I say that, too? I meant uneventful. Mama Bear made an appearance at the baseball game, though.

My son used to be a pitcher, but has only been used as a reliever once since switching teams 2 years ago. He was told, yesterday, at the game that he would be pitching. Since he hasn't pitched, he doesn't practice pitching anymore and since, his age group's pitching distance has gotten longer... long story short...

He hit three batters and gave up a big hit and was taken out of the game, a rarity at his age. It was painfully brutal to watch. I felt sweat dripping from parts of my body that shouldn't have been- nice visual, eh?. My head was throbbing and I clawed some nice deep cuts in my thighs from the pressure. Some parents felt his pain, but you know, there were the few asses that were bad mouthing my kid in their mind what the hell is this kid doing?

The worst part; my son was humiliated, ashamed, disappointed, and ravaged with guilt for his team's loss. Mama Bear feels that this coach shouldn't have sprung this on the poor unprepared kid and I could have clawed his eyes out (my nails were sharpened from my thighs still). The reasonable person that I am though, talked Mama Bear down and bought her a beer and, though saddened for him, I know that his coach didn't mean any harm.

My husband is not as open- minded as I... The coach was called everything, but a good Christian lady on the way home.

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6 comments:

Dawn@Embracing the Ordinary Life said...

Oh tough call...yeah for the beer...yeah for NOT saying it to Coach's face...

C said...

Oh boy...it's so hard when you feel like your kids have been wronged in some way...I mean, thank God (the Universe; whatever) for that protective instinct, but it could get one into trouble sometimes.
~Christy
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Crazed Mom said...

My sons have been playing baseball for 13 years give or take. I hate baseball coaches. They put intense pressure in their players and very few coaches ever give the it's only a game speech. We have been there. Pitchers need to practice(for days and days) before they should pitch. To pitch cold can injure their shoulders, elbows and their hearts.

Honeybell said...

Poor kid! And good for you for not making a scene. I've seen that happen at games when emotions are high, and the parents just never come off well, even when they are in the right.

Sogeshirtsguy said...

same thing happened to me when i was a kid. I used to pitch and then on this one team never got too. Coach puts me in and a bean the first guy and he almost charges the mound. Youth baseball can be brutal. The parents are so annoying. Its a youth baseball game get a hobby.

Ann said...

ARGH!
I totally get you!
I'm so please that "someone" bought Mama Bear a drink.