Sigh redux
My son's team played again against the team whose coach had been such a jerk last game. After Mrs. Pinata had a conversation with the league president about the behavior we'd seen, Mr. League President - who is a friend of ours - came and watched the game. And I have to give props to the previously horrid coach: He was much kinder and more encouraging to his team this time. A happy ending, I hope.
posted by Kevlar Pinata @ 9:50 PM
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That's nice of you, but to me it sounds just like that infuriating scenario in which one's car makes a horrible thumping or clacking or screeching noise until one takes said car to one's mechanic at which point one's car purrs like a kitten and convinces one's mechanic that one is a hysterical female who just hears things.
Ya know?
That thought had occurred to me, yes. Of course, I was consoled by the fact that it was the final game of mean coach's season (they lost and got knocked out of the playoffs as a result) and therefore he wouldn't have the chance to continue being a jerk to these kids anymore. So I'm good with that. Still, your point is valid. I don't for a second think that I saw a changed man. Too bad. He is the engine that will soon enough thump, click, and screech again.
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