Remember what I said about being happy with my son's baseball coach. Yup. I take that back.
The guy's an ass.
No adult should ever tell a group of kids to shut up.
I know my disdain for his behavior is mainly a cultural thing. And I mean that in both an ethnic and a...well...honestly, a socio-economic thing.
I grew up in a working class town with working class people. I grew up around parents who swore and yelled at their kids in public. I grew up where everyone smoked at Little League games and belched in front of ladies. I grew up around racism and homophobia.
So I should feel comfortable in that element. But I don't. I chose to go to a private school and I chose to get out of that town. Even my husband struggled though college and became and officer in the military to get away from all that.
We're trying to give our kids a better life. And yet, here I am, throwing my kid right back in the fray, just because I think he should play baseball.
It's funny, because here I am calling the private school people here snooty. But then I'm turning right around and calling the neighborhood people low class.
But I've got to be honest. I'll choose snooty people who spoil their kids over low class people who demean their kids. Mostly because they're demeaning my kid too, and he doesn't deserve that. I can keep my kids from being spoiled, but I can't keep them from being humiliated.
Now, I should point out something here though. Something I find quite interesting.
That coach today yelled at and embarrassed every single kid on that team. Except my son.
Why? Not because he's a great player (believe me). I think it's because my husband is in his uniform, with his rank all right there on his shoulders, when he takes my son to baseball practice. And the coach repeatedly calls him "sir" even though my husband has asked him not to.
I'm not sure what to think of that.
I have to be honest. I really want my son to quit baseball. And I have never ever ever quit anything in my life. So that's saying a lot.
By the way, I'm venting here because anything I say to my husband (who wasn't at the game today as he had to take my daughter to soccer) he is going to chalk up to me being an overprotective mom. And a former coach who doesn't think anyone can do as good a job as me.
But I'm going to start Googling youth lacrosse and researching our new school's developmental sports program. I can't take this for another season.
Oh, and also. I've already thanked my husband for providing us with this lifestyle I was starting to take for granted.