mierduka™: The Trials & Tribulations of my Bad News Bears

Part 1: Bad News Bears

This is now Part 2.

There's not much I can say. I went from being a "team mom" to being basically the coach within 3 months for 3 teams. I'm not one to be drinkin' like Buttermaker as the LP ghetto coaches do (I ain't an alchy! No matter what anyone says!). I reported them to the Little League administrators like I report to the PTB on AKA. With no justice at all in the end. Story of my life.

Knowing little of what I do know from my years of living the Dodgers-Vida-Loca with my family, I did the best that I could in coaching...then shit happened.

The Mets (Majors team: 12-15 years old) lost their 2nd place standing to the Braves. The Pirates (Minors team: 9-11 years old) lost their 1st place standing to the Dodgers (RINGERS!!!!!). The Reds (T-ball team:5-7 year olds) killed in their tournament games and are now headed to the City Championship. And I am gettin' blamed for all the "bad shit" by the team managers and coaches...but not for the last bit of goodness. Story of my life.

If you follow my Twattin' on Tweeterville..you know exactly what the dealio is. Some of you do, some of you don't. I'll explain anyways...

The Mets got shat on. Baloo (also known as the big DOPEY bear in The Jungle Book), the umpire, was an asshole. The high balls were 'strikes' and the strikes were 'balls'. 'nuff said. The Mets lost. I don't think my nephews want to play baseball ever again due to that.

The Pirates had the Dodgers running for their ringer-steroids for 4 1/2 innings. Out of nowhere on the 6th? The Dodgers brought in 5 runs. Little league NEVER goes more than 5 innings. Yet they got a 6th and won. I hate the smell of Nepotism in the late evening.

Dodgers beat the Pirates. 6-2.

During the after-game greet, I was told by the other teams' coaches "not bad for a girl" as the real Pirates' manager and coach were shitfaced in the dugout. Some of the Pirates kids heard that...accidentally.

A fiasco ensued after that game in the parking lot. A Coke can was thrown at a Dodgers coach's head. Words were said. 9 and 10 year olds "put up their dukes". GS sat down in lawn chairs to egg everyone on and film. I laughed and laughed. The Sheriff department showed up. One kid had an asthma attack. I got slapped by a drunk Team Mom. Then I got kicked by a 2 year old wearing a Dodgers jersey. I laughed s'more. A few nosebleeds and laughter later...it was me sittin' in the back of the Sheriff's car. Story of my life.

Supposedly my laughter and mellow-yellowness makes kids turn into rabid!ghetto!ganstas....

Now, really.

Do -they- look like rabid!ghetto!ganstas? Those little coddled snowflakes? I think NOT. They're great kids! I love them to bits and smithereens. A tad snarky, but not bad kids. They have HALOS over their heads! Can't you see them?

I got home that Friday night, took 2 bennies and passed the hell out. 14 hours later? The next game was on...

The Reds vs The Padres

'nuff said.

Now...do these babies look like rabid!steroided!out!gangtas?
I think NOT.
GIRL POWER!!!!! :smirks:

The Reds won all 3 tournament games. Saturday. Sunday. Tuesday. Even with little Maxican and half the Girl Power line-up puking into the trash can in the dugout. I don't think it's the swine-flu. I think it's more like "GET IT DONE!" from their parents. Poor kiddos. :(

The City Championship game with my Reds is this Saturday. Wish us luck. I have faith that we're going to win against the Dodgers, but I also have faith that the Popov won't freeze either in my fridge if we don't.

Story of my life.

P.S.
Too bad none of you know Spanish...or even some Brasilian. If you did? You'd know how to enjoy these videos below. There's some English..in there..somewhere. Basically what these videos state is this...and I quote:

"It's not about numbers. It's about transcending all that. Going beyond all that. And having the courage, and done all you could do..with all you could be. Knowing in the end, you did good. No matter what anyone says."

Story of my life...