Theres no “Forced” in “Team”….
Dear Parents:
Please, please, PLEASE do not force yer kid to play team sports. It is a plain fact of nature that some kids just don’t care for it. THATS OKAY. Theres about a million other things they quite possibly WILL like. Music, for instance, or, I dont know art??? I’m sorry your dreams of being the starting center fielder for the Red Sox didn’t work out, but inflicting your post-collegiate vicarious dreams on yer kid will NOT make you feel any better. Hey, I wanted to be Jenny Finch. But it aint gonna happen, cuz my parents forced me into music. By the way, I’m partially deaf. Yeaaahhh…. that career in music worked out GREAT. And I appreciate the CONCEPT behind signing up a VERY overweight child. You mean well, I get that. We have one morbidly obese teen ager that gets signed up every year. Playing with senior league girls is *just* shy of playing with grown men. They are ripped, and they mean BUSINESS. Forcing an overweight, inexperienced kid out there is not only a danger to her bone structure, but its setting her up to FAIL. Which makes her feel worse, oh yeah, and RESENT YOU. Theres a better way to help her out, that wont cost her YEARS of therapy. Then theres the ‘Youll play in every league there is’ parent… Ever seen a 16 yr old girl fall asleep in the dugout??? Well, I have. Cuz at 3 p.m. she was on her FOURTH game of the day. Ouch. And that whole ‘shouting instructions from the bleachers’ thing??? Yeah, Im the one in the jersey. Bottom line- I’m not gonna let your kid get hurt, killed, emotionally devastated, or hated by the rest of my roster because you have no sense. Thats what the bench is for. $120 a season for some bench time…. Do the math.
About me
MOTHER, wife, artist, model, coach, master to many dependent quadrupeds, Die hard FAITHFUL Red Sox fan. Too much to say and not enough sponges. Everything interests me. Even the tragically mundane. Native Floridian and a lover of the swamps and all the things lurking there and waiting to take the "predatorially naive". I make up amazing words... I coach fast pitch, and bang on motorcycles. I love to have my picture taken, but dont expect me to scrape off the raw. I love taking pictures of beautiful men, just doin what they do. I refuse to shake off my southern accent, yet Ive never married a cousin. EXTREMELY proud of my Cherokee, Greek, and Irish mix heritage. I believe in every god. Except the one that likes the Yankees. My loyalty knows no bounds, and I love until it hurts. Me and you both, but I promise you'll like it. I am a big fan of gushy southern displays of affection, and If I dont slobber all over you, worry. The aliens are coming, and theyre lobbing air streamers.
