>Better News
>Ladies (and man), thank you again for all of your kind words regarding the drop-in daycare experience. Baby’s doing fine now and hasn’t brought up the bad babies story since the day it happened. I am back on the funny wagon and on to brighter horizons.
Namely the one found at the soccer fields last night.
My 12-year-old stepdaughter’s team, coached by my husband, has been together for about six seasons now. The first two seasons, I don’t think we won a single game. This season, we are undefeated and it is truly amazing to watch these girls play together. They’ve worked hard and learned to play together so that when you see them on the field, nearly every girl makes an amazing play and manages to stand out. This has resulted in extraordinarily satisfying games, both for the players and for their parents.
Particularly when the other team is a group of brutish, bullying, all-out mean girls who are supposed to be the best in the league.
Particularly when their parents are just as mean, yelling out insults directed at our team parents, at the teenage refs, and at my husband.
Particularly when we beat them. Twice. Once on Saturday and again last night.
Ohhhh, yes. Can you hear my evil laughter ringing out across cyberspace? We beat the girls who were overheard saying to one another last night, “So, are you ready to crack some ribs tonight?” “Yeah. I just haven’t decided whose.” We beat the girls who wouldn’t slap hands with our girls during the post-game lineup after our first victory on Saturday. We beat the girls who illegally pushed and shoved and elbowed our girls and giggled about it on the field. We beat them baaaaaad.
Just ask Busy Mom. She was there.
Best of all, coaches and parents and players from other teams showed up at our game to cheer when we won. All of them had had bad experiences with this team and were ecstatic that they had finally been beaten. Twice.
And secretly just as nice? We don’t have to play them again. Those girls were majorly pissed. It was only a matter of time before they seriously injured one of our girls. I really did not want to see that happen.
I’m still on a high from last night. And the girls are off to visit their mom for a weekend, so Hubs and I have scheduled a date night tomorrow night and a children’s picnic with Baby at the park tomorrow afternoon. I’m looking forward to a great weekend.
I hope you are, too.
*Oh and one more thing. Please don’t be mad at me if you haven’t heard much from me lately. I am working on some freelance writing and I’m trying to post on my blog as well, so I haven’t had much time left this week to visit your blogs. Forgive me. I promise I’ll check in on you as soon as I can.
>What do they say? Revenge is a dish best served cold? I think it is good at any temperature. Go team!
>It was beautiful, and, I don’t even know the players!!
>Good for them!! The Tween’s football team has done miserably the two previous years, but this year they’re starting to come together and win some games. It’s a great feeling, but even better to know they’re better sports – win or loose – than some other teams they play. That’s what it’s all about… oh, and occassionally kicking ass!
>best of all, very glad to hear baby is doing well.
>Bwah ha ha! I love beating the team that thinks they are badasses. It’s beautiful! Glad baby has forgotten the travesty of the drop-in-sitter.
>I was thinking about you today! And, no Lucinda, not in *that* way. 😉 I was hoping you and Baby were feeling better.Woot! Congratulations on the big victory. And have a great weekend!
>Glad Baby is doing good and high five to the girls for that ass whipppin’ they gave those mean wenches. w00t!
>Well that is just awesome! I love when stuff like that happens and the mean girls get what’s coming to them!Hope you have a lovely weekend as well, sounds like it has all the makings for one. Visit when you get a chance, I won’t be mad!!!
>Awesome! The classy team prevailed! I love it.You freelancing nut. I don’t know how you do it…you are amazing…
>Listen, Lucy, take all the time you want. NOBODY is forcing you to b**g (but we appreciate it muchly when you do). We’ll still be here when you get back.Congratulations to the winning kids. Very gratifying.
>sweet!!!and congrats on the freelance, details, details.
>Sah-weet! Victory is yours! Beat them at their own (so they think) game! And other cliches!
>First, I just got caught up and I am sorry to hear about Baby’s experience at the drop-in. But it wasn’t your fault. You both have learned and she’ll be fine.I love the soccer story! Go team! LOL!
>Alright they showed there asses up!!woho!
>WOOOO!!! Go 12! Go Lucinda! Beat the crap out of those snob-bullies! (Snobullies?)
>I helped referee my boy’s football teams over the years and every year there’s always been at least one loudmouth parent yelling at me from the sidelines. And last year one of the parents had to be removed from my daughter’s softball game. WTF?!!
>Yay Team!We have had similar experiences with team Bitch. I just am amazed when the parents get in on it! I mean we can secretly wish them death but keep our mouths shut. You always know when you have a shitty team full of bullies when the mini-vans in the parking lot have spraypaint and shaving foam “Go Team” designs on them…One recent winshield said…”we’ll kill you…”Mmm! Nice!Glad you an Babe have recovered from the incident…
>So happy for the victory–it’s “poetic justice” when that sorta thing happens. I hate bullies. Especially GIRL bullies.And–YOU GO!!–happy freelancing!
>Former soccer player here. I know exactly how you feel and the emotion is multiplied when your kids play against other kids who are led by parents/coaches who sanction bad sportsmanship and unfair/violent tactics. I share your joy!
>Glad you are Linked on my BLOG and no need to apologize for being busy;I relate. A guy I went to high school with refuses to coach girls baseball. He says they are too demanding. I say the parents of those mean kids need to be maced. Glad you beat them! Yeah HUBBY for putting up with the headache!