Murica Baby.

You’re the best... the best!!!! Nothingsevergoingtobringyoudown

 

At end it’s the best! Women are fighting and finally get to the hairpulling stage.

 

The stench of failure is strong.
I shall now dip my 8 3/4 toes into the great lake of fail.

 

These people clearly come from broken homes where there was not a father.

Because if there was a father maybe one of these pussy hipsters would know how to throw a good punch.

 

Good Heavens.
Harsh.........but true.

 

I can't imagine living in a world where I could ever get that fired up over seven year olds playing baseball.

 

The way the game is played allows for this.

Long game. Tons of downtime. A subjective decision on almost every pitch. Every parent think their id is better than the kid that fails at the player 6/10 times.

It's a shitshow recipe.

 

My kid's stepdad couldn't believe that my 8-year-old playing short and our leftfielder couldn't come up with a pop fly that landed between them. He was absolutely flabbergasted.

"I don't understand why they didn't catch that?????????? They should know by now!!!!!"


As nice as I could, I muttered, "Because they're 8?"

 

I fear for your child being around that idiot.

 

Jesus, that’s a little extreme.

 

Let’s see, seven-year-old little league:

Our left fielder chased butterflies, our third baseman picked his ass and the right fielder (me) and the centerfielder talked because we were bored.

If any parent was fighting it was to recover the time they wasted watching this shit.