Calvin Hobbes
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Bullwinkle said:And that's why I don't read the newspapers.
Because they're garbage!
If you don't want to play a daughter, one of my daughter's, then bench the one that doesn't do everything right. If you've ever been a father, and had a daughter who was told she was FAT...and came home crying...then you'd know how it feels. But you've never had a daughter, have you?
So I read today that I...that I made threats. That's not true! And I left a post-it note on the door? THAT'S NOT TRUE!
Bullwinkle said:This guy is a man! He's 40!
(And evidently, I failed miserably)
lone star scribe said:I attended a HS soccer game where a father was yelling stuff at the refs, accusing them of favoritism, calling out fouls, calling out opposing players' numbers for retribution.
His daughter started screaming from the field at her father to shut up. I felt so sorry for her. People applauded when the jerk was ejected from the stands.
zagoshe said:One of my all-time favorites -- and not in a good way -- from my days of covering preps in small town America -- was a letter to the editor complaing about our lack of coverage of local Catholic high school soccer team -- yeah, the one which was every bit of 0-12 and playing in the lowest division in an area where soccer is ****ty to begin with.
The letter went on and on -- from a parent no doubt but it was annonymous -- and ended with the whole 'costing kids a chance at scholarships...."
My boss decides to go meet with coach and players parents to talk about the issue and see if he can't come to some sort of a resolution.
He reads letter, about three-quarters of way through it, coach just sort of starts laughing and says to our boss "look, I don't know what that is all about but our kids are just learning and having fun" -- or something like this.
Woman who wrote letter then outs herself by going ape**** on coach in front of everybody and saying it is his job to get the kids recognition.
It was an awkward, embarrassing and ugly moment as I've witnessed as the coach quietly said "I'm just not cut out for this any more (he was a super nice guy who obviously was doing it because he liked coaching and whatnot)" and he told the principal that he'd finish the season and that would be his last year.
And that was that.
A good coach, who had a realistic sense of what he was working with and kept it in perspective quits because of some asshole parent who thinks her son is the next pele.
And that is where we are at in America.
zagoshe said:One of my all-time favorites -- and not in a good way -- from my days of covering preps in small town America -- was a letter to the editor complaing about our lack of coverage of local Catholic high school soccer team -- yeah, the one which was every bit of 0-12 and playing in the lowest division in an area where soccer is ****ty to begin with.
The letter went on and on -- from a parent no doubt but it was annonymous -- and ended with the whole 'costing kids a chance at scholarships...."
My boss decides to go meet with coach and players parents to talk about the issue and see if he can't come to some sort of a resolution.
He reads letter, about three-quarters of way through it, coach just sort of starts laughing and says to our boss "look, I don't know what that is all about but our kids are just learning and having fun" -- or something like this.
Woman who wrote letter then outs herself by going ape**** on coach in front of everybody and saying it is his job to get the kids recognition.
It was an awkward, embarrassing and ugly moment as I've witnessed as the coach quietly said "I'm just not cut out for this any more (he was a super nice guy who obviously was doing it because he liked coaching and whatnot)" and he told the principal that he'd finish the season and that would be his last year.
And that was that.
A good coach, who had a realistic sense of what he was working with and kept it in perspective quits because of some asshole parent who thinks her son is the next pele.
And that is where we are at in America.