Sometimes, I feel like the worst parent ever. Why? Because I hate little league baseball. I would never let my boys know that, and I would never think of missing one of their games. However, this is excruciatingly miserable.
Between the heat, the dirt, the rain, the know-it-all dads, the cheerleader moms, and "living-through-their-players" coaches, I hate the little league fans. Granted, there are some coaches who truly work with the kids because of the love of the game and the love of the kids. Granted, many of the parents only want what's best for their kids. Granted, this is the US, and everyone is entitled to voicing their opinions. However, I see no reason to take the games so personally and so seriously. They're kids...let them have fun.
Between the 90 degree days and the hellacious afternoon thunderstorms, I hate sitting at the field. We put our kids in polyester pants, slather them in 100 SPF sunscreen, drown them in water and Gatorade, and expect them to play their absolute best. I'm sorry, if I were one of the kids playing in those conditions, I would FALL OUT!
I know baseball is suppose to be the "great American past time," but I honestly hate little league baseball. I love seeing my kids playing and having fun, but it's sooooo slow. I am so thankful that t-ball games are limited to one hour. The older kids still play 6-7 innings, and OMG...by the 6th inning, my butt is numb!?!?!? Likewise, there's no beer, no hot (adult) baseball players in cute baseball pants, no entertaining announcers, no fun music, no cotton candy dude wandering the stands, etc.
I realize that many people have just cursed me and labelled me a "bad" parent, but honestly, I say the things that most people think.
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