tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31399767495862122802011-04-21T14:45:47.182-07:00FTnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139976749586212280.post-14069773856825287832011-04-21T14:24:00.001-07:002011-04-21T14:24:52.794-07:00So I was coaching my son's 11 year old AA (2nd flight for anyone out there my age) baseball team the other night and were getting beat down pretty bad. The score in the second inning was 1 - 13, with no outs. It was clear by that time who the better team was that day, we couldn't make an out. We dropped at least 3 easy fly balls, got five holed on at least 4 ground balls and were throwing the ball all around the field with reckless abandon. <br /><br />Maybe I'm old-fashioned or have some weird sense of sportsmanship, but if I was on the other end of the beating that day, I would be less aggressive on the base path. I would go station to station as hits would dictate, but I would stop going for extra bases. At that point, I would even stop stealing. On that day however, as the score was now 1 - 16, the opposing coaches had no intention of slowing down. And when I not so politely ask the first base coach how far they were planning on running up the score, his response was this, "We are getting ready for a tournament this weekend." So with steam shooting out my ears, I asked, "I didn't know you had to be a dick to coach in a tournament..." Poorly played on my end, I know, but I couldn't stop myself. <br /><br />The game finally ended with a score of 2 - 27. Luckily, I have the type of players that were able to shake it off, but I still resent the other team's coaches using us to "get ready for a tournament". <br /><br /><br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Cole%20Blvd,Lakewood,United%20States%4039.737805%2C-105.158846&z=10'>Cole Blvd,Lakewood,United States</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3139976749586212280-1406977385682528783?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FTnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139976749586212280.post-42274388160538242752011-04-05T21:53:00.001-07:002011-04-05T21:53:42.713-07:00Is it just me or when confronted by a spitting mad 8 year old swearing like a sailor and brandishing a sharp stick, I'm thinking I could take him...<br /><br />I'm just thinking that if you can't win against an 8 year old in a stick fight, maybe you shouldn't be a teacher. Furthermore, if you have to use pepper spray, maybe you shouldn't be a cop. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=S%20Holland%20St,Littleton,United%20States%4039.618268%2C-105.104421&z=10'>S Holland St,Littleton,United States</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3139976749586212280-4227438816053824275?l=15minuteslate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FTnoreply@blogger.com0