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True story. Funny story too.
I had this girl on my team. Nice enough kid. I don't think I heard her mom talk one time. I don't know that I ever saw her dad not talk. He wasn't just talking. He was complaining to anyone who would pretend to listen. About everything. All the time. The guy complained when it was hot, he complained when it was cold, he complained that it was too dry and dust was blowing around, he complained that it rained and we couldn't play. He complained that we didn't have a summer schedule a week after we put the team together at the end of August. He sat under his umbrealla pounding ice water in shorts and a tank top and complained that I had the girls playing in shorts. Most of all he complained that I didn't have his daughter batting 4th and pitching a little bit better than half of the time. She was batting in the low to mid 100s and really struggling, he said it was my fault. I moved her down in the order and that put tremendous pressure on her, you see. On the occasions that I let her pitch she was under ssssssooooo much pressure because she knew that if she didn't deliver I would pull her. So her poor performance in the circle was all my fault too. It was all my fault. When we lost it was me. When we won we beat a team that shouldn't have even been on the same field we were on and I was a trophy hunter, etc. Any time anything happened he found a way to make it negative. If he could blame me for it that made it even better.
Anyway. The long and the short of it was this. He wanted the team to win because everyone likes taking pictures of junior and the rest of the girls holding their trinkets on Sunday evening. He also wanted his kid to bat 4th and go 1 for 20 at the plate and walk in 18 runs per game. I'm not sure how we were supposed to pull that off but that is exactly what he wanted.
So I'm no longer a coach. My kid is playing on another team far away from him. I hoped I would never have to look at him again. The other day we were watching a game wrap up before our kids could play and he comes up to me and starts talking. He doesn't say "How do you do, sir?" or "Hey Mike. How's it going?" There was no greeting. He simply started throwing a fit because they pulled his kid from the circle when they were down 1-0 and now they were going to lose and she was striking them out left and right and throwing smoke and they crushed her confidence and blah blah blah blah blah. I just kind of looked at him. When he stopped ranting I walked away shaking my head and didn't say a word.
Ever had this happen? There were a lot of things that I wanted to say. I opted to say nothing for fear that I wouldn't be able to keep it quiet in front of the kids and/or stop once I got started.
I had this girl on my team. Nice enough kid. I don't think I heard her mom talk one time. I don't know that I ever saw her dad not talk. He wasn't just talking. He was complaining to anyone who would pretend to listen. About everything. All the time. The guy complained when it was hot, he complained when it was cold, he complained that it was too dry and dust was blowing around, he complained that it rained and we couldn't play. He complained that we didn't have a summer schedule a week after we put the team together at the end of August. He sat under his umbrealla pounding ice water in shorts and a tank top and complained that I had the girls playing in shorts. Most of all he complained that I didn't have his daughter batting 4th and pitching a little bit better than half of the time. She was batting in the low to mid 100s and really struggling, he said it was my fault. I moved her down in the order and that put tremendous pressure on her, you see. On the occasions that I let her pitch she was under ssssssooooo much pressure because she knew that if she didn't deliver I would pull her. So her poor performance in the circle was all my fault too. It was all my fault. When we lost it was me. When we won we beat a team that shouldn't have even been on the same field we were on and I was a trophy hunter, etc. Any time anything happened he found a way to make it negative. If he could blame me for it that made it even better.
Anyway. The long and the short of it was this. He wanted the team to win because everyone likes taking pictures of junior and the rest of the girls holding their trinkets on Sunday evening. He also wanted his kid to bat 4th and go 1 for 20 at the plate and walk in 18 runs per game. I'm not sure how we were supposed to pull that off but that is exactly what he wanted.
So I'm no longer a coach. My kid is playing on another team far away from him. I hoped I would never have to look at him again. The other day we were watching a game wrap up before our kids could play and he comes up to me and starts talking. He doesn't say "How do you do, sir?" or "Hey Mike. How's it going?" There was no greeting. He simply started throwing a fit because they pulled his kid from the circle when they were down 1-0 and now they were going to lose and she was striking them out left and right and throwing smoke and they crushed her confidence and blah blah blah blah blah. I just kind of looked at him. When he stopped ranting I walked away shaking my head and didn't say a word.
Ever had this happen? There were a lot of things that I wanted to say. I opted to say nothing for fear that I wouldn't be able to keep it quiet in front of the kids and/or stop once I got started.