May 13, 2011
I wanted to tell her, F*%# those kids, F*%# the coaches, and F*%# the parents in the stands saying “good job girls!” (But, she’s a Christian woman so I couldn’t come at her like that.) Really, your kid didn’t do anything! How in the hell was it a good job. Oh, I get it…..it was a coincidence that our best players just happened to trip running around the bases. Oh, it’s just by chance that our girls didn’t hit the ball today. Oh, it’s just by chance that our girls let the ball roll into the outfield. Man…..it ain’t by chance that your sister, daughter, niece, is sorry as hell! That is the issue.
Is it our team’s fault that y’all suck? Practice harder. Get better players. Don’t make us take a loss because your girls aren’t good enough to win. Tell them to try another sport! Maybe the coach sucked and they didn’t work on the things that they need to but don’t make our girls take a loss for y’alls sorry behinds.
So, if I get in trouble at home and my dad is going to punish me it’s cool to say, “Oh, thanks for whoopin my ass dad. I’ll see you next time. I’ll bring my A game and wear thicker pants.” Hell naw!
Y’all know me; I’m not in denial at all. My kid sucks. I attribute it to it being her first time ever playing but still, she ain’t no damn good. It is what it is. I promise you, I won’t be asking the other team’s pitcher to throw her some easy ones. Hell no! If she can’t hit the damn ball, her bad!
“Oh, excuse me coach…uh…my daughter is pitiful at the game of softball and it would make her feel so great if she knew y’all aren’t trying and are letting them win. Coach, her self esteem will be through the roof to know that you let her hit one. Coach, she won’t earn it but you making her know she sucks even more than she does will be awesome. Thanks, coach. I really appreciate you making her think that she’s a good player when you and I both know she’s terrible.” Hell naw!
I understand certain circumstances, I really do. I saw a story on ESPN where the other team let a blind kid hit some free throws in a game. I saw a story where a father ran his son, who was confined to a wheelchair, into the end zone after the other team said it was alright. I get those types of stories. Those are children who will never get the opportunity to compete in sports in a normal setting. Those are touching stories and I would do it in a heartbeat if I were a coach. But, just because you suck doesn’t mean that I am going to do it. There’s nothing wrong with your team other than the fact that they need to practice and work harder. Hell No! Not on my watch!
On a side note, she did ask why they have to shake hands after a loss. I was proud at that moment because I’ve always hated that myself. If I lose, I want to walk down the line and tell every person in the other jersey “F%#@ You and your damn parents!” So, I don’t even think she would want a damn handout. Gotta love it!
May 2, 2011
A couple weeks ago, I read a comment to one of my posts that had me a little beside myself. My initial reaction was to comment back and say something ugly but I had to sit down and think about the context of the comments. After reading it again, and again, and again, I can see where the reader was coming from. While the comments still sting a little, there is truth and validity to them. So, I figure I need to clear up a few things are set the record straight…..
I have gone in on my baby mama several times on this blog and in fairness, she hasn’t had the chance to defend herself of tell her side of the story. Maybe the person who left the comment is a baby mama and is sticking up for her sister. Maybe she is a woman that doesn’t like me slandering another woman. Hell, maybe she was just having a bad day. Whatever the reason, I took offense to it and I’m not sure if I should’ve. The comments read as below:
“You are the one who had a kid with her! Oh and intelligence genes come from the mama. You are in for one hell of a ride.”
All of it is true, I think. Not sure about the intelligence thing but I don’t want to take the time to research. Yep, I had a kid with her so that probably knocks my intelligence meter down a notch. There were several factors into me having a kid with her:
1. I was jobless, broke, and trifling as hell so I was living off of her.
2. I was 20 years old and not very bright.
3. The snacks were great at the time. (I won’t go into details but 20 yrs old + nothing but time = whipped) I’m just saying…..