A Brawl in the Dirt

A 12 year old softball team from Centerville won the championship at the Iowa Games this past weekend.  Their victory party was short lived as a brawl broke out between a mother and the Centerville coach.  According to the news story, the woman was unhappy about her daughter’s playing time and confronted the coach after the game and attacked him.  As if that wasn’t enough, this woman’s 19 year old daughter decided to get involved and assaulted the coach’s wife.  All three were arrested.

Read the story here:  3 Arrested after Softball Game

According to my sources, the coach was outweighed by the mother and had no choice but to hit her back to get her off of him.  While I do NOT condone violence against women, I do believe that if she is going to punch like a man and fight like a man, she’d better expect to get hit back.   You cannot physically attack someone and not expect that person to fight back.  

Putting on my parent hat, I can understand and appreciate that Mother must have been frustrated watching her daughter on the bench.  I can also understand that she let her emotions get out of control (obviously).  Again, according to my sources, she also had gone in the dugout during the game to chew on the coach.  Not to mention, she spent most of the game, spewing obscenties from the crowd.  As a PARENT, you have the responsibility of exhibiting self control and checking your emotions.  Getting hot headed does not give you permission to act crazy and assault another person.  One responsibility you have as a parent is to set a good example for your children. 

I’ve read a few comments in the original article where people are blaming organized sports in general for this, and because everything is so competive, this was bound to happen.  Youth organized competitive sports are NOT the problem.  The problem is the parents of these kids.  You have the parents who were raised to work hard and achieve their success by the sweat of their own brow.  THEN you have the parents who feel the world owes them and their offspring everything.  It is either a conspiracy against them personally or their children.  In these situations, most of these people spend little to no time with these children, helping them learn these games or practice in any sort of way.  They are content to drop their kids off and leave the work to the coach.  And sadly, most of these children will not continue to play, either due to lack of interest in the sport or because their own parents have made it so miserable. 

As a coach’s wife, I know too well how hard decisions are to make for a team.  I also know too well how much each decision is scrutinized by the parents.  As a coach, there are times that hard decisions are made that are not going to be popular.  But, the Coach’s responsibility is to his or her team, and he or she would not be doing their job if they let personal feelings outweigh the best interest of the team.  The coach’s job on game day is to put the best team on the field.  He should not fear for his personal safety after making these decisions. 

Sadly, a situation got wildly out of control, and at the end of the day, a team consisting of 12 year old girls can’t even be happy that they just won at the Iowa Games.  That will forever be an afterthought in this story, because all that anyone will remember is that Mother, Coach, and crew were brawling in the dirt.

I also linked this post up at Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop under ” A memorable Sporting Event”
Mama’s Losin’ It

You put what in your hair?

I am taking part in Mama Kat’s Weekly Writing Prompts…. Today’s Topic:  Describe a time when your toddler got into something he/she shouldn’t have.

I had just had our third child.  Our daughter was three at that time.  I don’t know about the rest of you, but for me, it seemed like the first few weeks of having a newborn at home was a blur.  Not getting enough sleep, raging hormones, and a C-section recovery makes you a little off of your A-game…. So, needless to say there were instances when I wasn’t keeping a sharp eye on the toddler!

One afternoon,  I noticed that my daughter looked like she had just taken a shower. Which would have been odd as I hadn’t given her one!  Her hair appeared wet, but upon closer inspection, I realized that it was not wet, it was greasy.  Like slicked against her head greasy. 

I was stumped….what was this mystery substance?  And where had she gotten it?  I start the search for the grease.  I go and look around my room where the changing table was.  There on the floor was the culprit….A&D ointment.  Bottle squeezed in the middle, the contents oozing out of the tube.  She had taken it and literally smeared through her hair.

I think I must have shampooed her hair 10 times that afternoon.  It wasn’t getting any better!.   I racked my brain to think of what I could use to take this out of her hair.  Then it “Dawned” on me….Dawn dish soap!  If it’s safe enough to use on victims of the oil spills, surely it was safe for my daughter’s hair. 

It did work.  It got most of the grease out.  But, she had residual grease in her hair for a couple of months.  It was almost like she got a really intensive conditioning treatment!

The moral of the story is….. in a perfect world, Mommy would put the A&D ointment up when she is finished using it!  

THE Fight

Mama's Losin' It  

I am participating in Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop today. 

The Prompt:  Have you ever had a fight with a long time best friend and never made up? Do you think about her from time to time and think about contacting her? What would you say? What if it didn’t work out? What if it did?

We met in 4th grade.  We sat next to one another and she was the new girl.  My best friend had been placed in another class with all of our other friends and I was lonely.  We clicked and because fast friends. 

Fast forward to freshmen year.  We’d had our ups and downs but we remained friends.  Both of us went through pretty serious personal drama at home which made us unique to one another.  Then, the falling out came and we drifted apart for awhile.  I blame it on others – poisonous people who were only happy when they made others feel miserable.

Senior year came around.  The problems of the past were forgotten and we were friends again.  We seemed closer than ever.  We continued to remain close while starting our first year in college.  Luckily, we were in colleges in the same city, so we still saw one another often. 

Soon, I met my future husband.  We began hanging out occasionally with my friend and her boyfriend.  We were still close, but didn’t see each other as often as priorities started shifting.   Before long, I was engaged and asked her to be my maid of honor.  Of course, she accepted.  We paid for her trip to Las Vegas (flight and room).  It was wonderful. 

We held our reception about a month after our trip to Vegas.  We  had planned a traditional reception for our family and friends to celebrate our marriage.  We intended to go through all the wedding traditions – we even wore our clothes from the wedding. 

The reception started and we wanted to get the activities going.  But, wait – the maid of honor hadn’t arrived.  We waited for awhile – probably an hour at least and then had to start.   We had a wonderful reception and we will always remember it.  The only thing that marred the evening was….

She NEVER showed up. 

For an insecure girl such as myself, that was the most crushing thing that could ever happen.  A girl with whom I’d been friends with for so long could just NOT show up – at all?  I really meant that little to her that she felt her absence wouldn’t be a big deal?  

So, the excuse that I was given when she called me – a week later – was that she had attended a graduation party for another “friend” of hers earlier that day and had gotten too drunk to drive.  She apologized but when I didn’t accept her apology right off the bat she informed me that she wasn’t going to kiss my ass forever over the deal.  She messed up but said she was sorry and I should accept that. 

I did not accept that and we are no longer friends.  I run into her every now and then.  It is awkward and wistful.  I can’t help but thinking that this was the way it was meant to be.  After highschool, I found out what true friends acted like and turns out, I didn’t have as many as I though I did.  

  

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