I want to grow tougher skin when it comes to soccer parents. I never cease to be amazed at the behavior or by the words. I understand the impulse - it is exciting, you want your child to do well, things seem unfair, so you decide to blow off steam. But I don't understand not containing the impulse. They are children, you are an adult.
I understand that its going to happen, time and again, and I have to find a way to deal with it.
I know, I'll blog about it and get it off my chest! Like today, when scary big man with a red face and black Miami hat, upset that one of our players was shoving (she was, there's no doubt...but everyone shoves a bit), screamed at the young referee for not calling a foul. Then, when the referee appeared nonplussed, he screamed at our player! Uh, DUDE! She's not your daughter, she's a kid, she's sorry. After the game, two of our moms mixed it up with the guy, which is stupid, but again, I can't say a word because I've done it in my past (though not at soccer games). I fled, and tried to find my happy place and to focus on my tired girl.
This stuff has been rehashed, discussed, and debated to death. It won't stop, and horror stories will continue to come my way and I'll continue to hear it/see it/experience it. But I'm not going to do it and I won't let anyone in my family take part either.
Damn this is a self-righteous, boring post!!!
Favorite Kanye lyrics:
Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her
So if the devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada,
I'm in between, but way more fresher
Stop dancing with your girlfriend and come dance with me
Stop talking about your boyfriend since he is not me
Stop running up my tab cause these drinks is not free
You drunk and hot girl
For me givin' up's way harder than tryin'
Lauryn Hill say her heart was in Zion
I wish her heart still was in rhymin'
Let's get lost tonight
You could be my black Kate Moss tonight
Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight.
I never rock a mink coat ina winter time like Killa Cam
Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like will.i.am
Let me know if you feel it man
Cause everything I'm not, made me everything I am
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a spouse?
Something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused!
What you about?
On that independent shit
Trade it all for a husband and some kids
You ever wonder what it all really means?
You wonder if you'll ever find your dreams?