A while back I asked my readers what to call this homicidal maniac town I live in. It is a town filled with mothers that are gluten free and wear Lululemon clothes all day for no reason and park in handicapped parking spots to give their children their skiis. Someone suggested “Goopville” referencing the ramblings of lunatic, Gwenyth Paltrow on her insane blog GOOP….I thought that was perfection. My town’s new name is Goopville.
Michael has a fall birthday.
Because I chose to send him to kindergarten at age 4 he is often the youngest in his class and on teams. When I was weighing my decision to send him I thought it would be ok for him to compete with 5-year-olds. What I hadn’t anticipated was that he would be competing with many 6 year-olds, since most mothers these days hold back their children as long as possible. This is commonly known as “red-shirting your kindergartener.”
One can always spot these “red-shirters” because they are usually 6 feet tall and the boys have facial hair and the girls have full double “D’s” and their period in the third grade.
Michael plays in the YMCA basketball league for 7 and 8 year-olds. The league relies on parent volunteers as coaches. While it is generous of anyone to dedicate their time and energy to being a coach, you can imagine how things could get dicey with the wrong candidates.
Last week at Michael’s basketball game there was one of these monstrous red-shirters on the other team. At first we thought he must be someone’s older brother while the team was warming up but then he took off his sweatshirt to reveal his team shirt and we were horrified.
The kid was at least ten years old. His head was bigger than mine and Mr. Gaga’s put together and he had a moustache and for some reason not related to his age at all, he had a combover.
When the game started it was immediately clear that the kid was a nightmare. He was pushing and shoving all the kids. At one point, him and Michael both went for the ball and they started wrestling on the floor. Michael finally got the ball.
“Nail-head’s” coach started walking on the court. The ref explained to him that he could not be on the court and sent him back to his corner.
After that, “nail-head’s” behavior became more aggressive.
He continued the pushing and shoving and antagonistic behaviors typical of an angry 50 year-old.
for no reason relative to the game of basketball…..he punched Michael in the stomach.
The referee had enough finally.
He threw him out of the game.
Like any mentally unstable “red-shirter”…he went to the corner of the gym and cried like a little bitch.
All was right with the world.
For all of two minutes.
Then all of a sudden – he was back in the game.
Why was he back on the court? How could this be??
Oh – because the coach told him to go back in!!!
“Nail-head” was sad- so of course it was time for him to go back in to the game!! Don’t all NBA coaches operate this way?
So play resumed.
After a couple of minutes a boy on Michael’s team was wrestling with the “red-shirter” for the ball and accidentally elbowed him in the face.
This time – all of the parents from the other team and the coach came running onto the court and a mob scene ensued.
The president of the YMCA happened to be there that day and noticed that something had gone horribly wrong on the court.
The other team’s parents and coaches were irate that someone had injured “nail-head” by accident!!!
Our team’s coach was screaming at the other team’s coach and a bunch of parents were there yelling at the ref and both coaches.
The YMCA President came running over to calm the masses and made everyone sit down in the bleachers. He spoke to everyone about sportsmanship and told all the parents that the games were for the kids and that the basketball league is about children not adults. He threatened to cancel the game unless everyone could agree to stay seated and watch and enjoy the game.
The scolded parents agreed to stay still while the game ended.
And of course – just in case you were thinking there was hope for humanity at the end of the game when it was time to line up and shake hands – “Nail Head” punched everyone’s hand!!
Now Mr Gaga wanted me to mention that I actually wasn’t at the game (as usual) and that he gave me the first-hand account of what happened, because he just knew it was blog-worthy.
And even though I tell these types of cautionary tales week after week – I am amazed every time when I notice children acting like barbarians. Every time parents act like stupid fucking morons I am shocked.
I will just never stop being shocked by modern-day parents’ bad behaviors. The fact that parents today would sit by and watch their
slow adult 3rd grader be violent and inappropriate and say nothing is disturbing on many levels.
What will happen to athletes if they are allowed to act like savage beasts and nobody ever puts them in their place?
Well ask Lance….
or this guy….
This won’t end well for all those “nail-heads” out there.
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