September 16, 2007

Yesterday was the last day in the volleyball tournament at the school. Soon it became clear to me all over again something that I had long forgotten: How insane parents become with their kids sports.

I decided to go to the tournament to see the teams play since I hadn't been to any of the home game (all I want to do after work is go home). The first thing I noticed was I had never heard of this one school. That's when I was told that this particular school in full of scholarship atheletes who play at the national level as well. Oh great. So I take my place in the stands and watch some volleyball. Infront of me were parents of one school I remember playing against...they're hard to forget. The team was always good and never mean, but the parents always made up for it.

I had forgotten how crazy parents become with their kids sports. These parents needed prozac. It's one thing to be playing on the full court because when you serve, you are nowhere near the stands. You hear noise, but you can't hear or make out the abuse. But at that time the court was divided in 2 to play more games. So, the server was basically in the bleachers. That's when parents go into crazy mode. These parents were doing everything, but standing up next to the server and yelling right in their faces. Just let them play!

Oh and the dad of one of the girls was sitting on the bottom. Instead of sliding over and making space for the girls to serve, he just opened his legs spread eagle. Gross! Gross old man!

I didn't stay for the last 2 games. It was already 5pm and I had a serious case of plank ass going on. During one game, one of the over zealous mother's had one of those air horns. She just happen to blow it a couple of times too close to my head. So of course I had a headache on top of the numb butt cheeks. All in all there were some good games, some insanely powerful players and even a couple of tears.