She enjoyed the first week, when the coach didn't show up and she just got a shirt and we tossed a ball to her a few times so she'd feel like she'd had the practice that she'd been waiting weeks to have.
But the coach didn't show up to the next practice, either.
Or the next one.
Or their first game.
Or the 2nd game.
Or for team pictures (don't worry, he sent his super pregnant wife wearing sweatpants and bed-head to stand in for him. Luckily, the photographer opted to have a picture of just the players taken also. I really can't wait to see what my $16 got me.)
then his kid tried to mount my daughter.
Let's go to the video tape, shall we? The first 10 seconds says it all.
Uh, no wonder she hates Tball so much.
I think our season is over.
Goodbye Butterflies
12 years ago
4 comments:
ummm GET OFF MY NIECE!!!
ok, it's over.
no more teeball...
W O W
That's possibly more disturbing than mr molester aged 4 at the american fork carls jr that Evie and I had the misfortune of running into. I don't know what's worse - mounting or foot licking *shudder*
please, for the love that is holy, PARENTS CLOSE YOUR DOORS DURING SPECIAL TIME
I know, right?! He wouldn't leave her alone. If he wasn't climbing/stepping on her, he was putting his glove in her face, standing in her way, or knocking her over.
That's horrible! I liked your label. It seems fitting. Can you get your money back? Then can you slash some tires?
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