I promised some sports momma drama over the next few months, and here is your first installment.
First of all, my ass is thrilled that we are still in practice mode for basketball. It really cuts downs on the amount of time that I need to sit on the bleachers. Those bleachers were either created by elves or people who had a very small ass. There is no way that I can comfortably sit my rumpus on the bleachers and be there for hours without needing large amounts of ibuprofen. No way.
Second, we are still in practice mode, but the dads are acting as if the NBA finals are taking place. This is not due to the NBA being out, trust me, it would happen regardless. No sooner do I walk into the gym yesterday, sit down on the ass-unfriendly bleacher, and the dad next to me starts yelling at his 8 YEAR OLD to do this play and that play.
Ummmm….the 8 YEAR OLDS are scrimmaging and having fun and by the way – could you possibly do that play yourself? I mean this guy was as about out of shape as you can imagine. Out of shape and sweating from yelling the plays. The guy is yelling, the poor kid is cringing, another guy down the bench is getting worked up now, and I am just laughing because after all this is 8 YEAR OLD basketball PRACTICE.
I am pretty sure that there is a TV show, Dance Moms (right, moms of girls?), and now I know for certain that I may need to film Basketball Dads on my iphone.
I am happy to report that I am writing this from the comfort of my couch where my ass is very happy.