Three little words...

There are three little words when strung together in a certain context, throw me into a fit of rage, comparable to a stampeding herd of pissed off elephants.

"Like a girl"


In order for you to understand my full ire, I need to give you a little back story.


Over the weekend, the Cub played in his first baseball tournament ever! Cub was beaming from ear to ear, and he played so well that his Mom may have shed several tears of pride.  His team did really really well for being a lot of first year rookie players. These kids have heart and have dramatically improved over the year. Including the two girls on the team.


During one of the games, the better baller of the two girls, hit the pitch and the ball flew back into her face, splitting her lip. Blood was everywhere, and her Dad took her off to home ( we guess?) and all of us completely expected that would be the last we would see of her for the day.
Then she came back for the last game and hopped right in there like nothing happened, fat swollen, bruised lips and all.
See, the heart I was talking about.
The kids all got trophies when the tournament was over, all of them beaming with pride. T'was a great day!

Last night was Cub's second to last baseball game for the year. The kids were playing one of the better teams they played during the tournament and they were holding their own. The Cubs team, I must add are completely unaware of the score, they never ask, they are never told. The kids were hitting like mad demons, it was awesome!

There is one head coach and two assistant coaches. The head coach is one hell of a guy! He is awesome! In fact he's so awesome as a coach, the husband may have a little man crush on his coaching abilities! The one assistant coach is also terrific. But then there is  the other one.

The other   Ass(istant) coach, never has anything positive to say to any of the kids regardless of what they have just done. If they hit the ball and make it on base, he yells at them for not holding up their elbow or not swinging through. He criticizes thier running, hitting, standing.. I believe you get my point. But the kids listen to him, because he is part of the team. Well they listen, and filter in my childs case, but they still hear him. This Ass(istant) coach was not at the tournament on the weekend and you could see the difference in the kids. He also had no knowledge of what happened.
Ass(istant)'s kid is up to bat. He's swinging like a mad man, trying to hit the ball out of the park and keeps missing.
Then I heard it, 


"Don't strike out LIKE A GIRL!"


Ass(istant) is standing there bellowing at his child, in front of the team bench, in front of all the parents.
It was at this point that the Mom beside me, went;
"What?"
Her Husband sat forward ready to pounce.
I called out 
"EXCUSE ME???"
Ass(istant) looked at me directly and promptly shut the hell up.


The three of us sat there stunned and dumbfounded that this hillbilly redneck who is in a position of authority just slammed two members of his team and every Mother sitting there watching.
He's damn lucky that the husband didn't hear him ( he was on the bloody phone for work) and all he saw was two wives getting all pissed off, another guy ready to pounce and he had no clue what was going on. ( This was actually the amusing part of this tale, because the poor husband was all, WTH?? People, Why is my wife clucking her head like a rabid chicken and trying to tear this man limb from limb? I only tuned out of the game for 5 seconds and all hell breaks loose?)

Thankfully, I didn't have to rip him a new one, but I sure as hell would have.
Nope found out later that the coach did! ( told ya he was pretty awesome!)




Girls (and everyone who isn't an asshat) 1
Ass(istant) 0

Smooches!!!
Oh and HAPPY CANADA DAY!!!
WHOOT WHOOT!!!