I will be sane for only EIGHT more days.
Then lacrosse season will start and I will go insane.
It’s my fault. I made a horrible parenting mistake five years ago.
I encouraged my kid to be a goalie. How stupid.
I really didn’t think she’d DO it.
Sure, I worry about my kid getting hurt.
Most of all, I worry about getting myself into a yelling match with a parent.
I came close to fisticuffs with a father last year.
He complained, very loudly, that it should be okay for a goalie to be hit in the head.
Goalies wear helmets,so why shouldn’t his precious daughter be allowed to bean mine in the noggin?
I tried very hard not to stalk over to him and hit him in the head.
I bit my tongue. I counted to one thousand. I tried to deep breathing.
It worked for a while. He stopped talking. I calmed down. All was good.
…until he started yammering again.
“Hey, that goalie you’re talking about is MY kid,” I bellowed.
The entire sideline of parents turned around and stared with wide eyes.
The father turned purple. He sputtered, he laughed nervously, and then he did something very stupid.
He tried to convince me that it’s okay for his precious daughter to whip a ball at my precious daughter’s head.
I narrowed my eyes and proceeded to do my best Clint Eastwood impression.
“The rules say your kid can’t hit my kid in the head. Follow the rules.”
He shut up. So did everyone else in the stands.
And that’s when I knew I was insane,
because I made a scene
and didn’t care!
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