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Thursday, May 05, 2005

Going from Sweet to Guard Dog in 3.3 seconds

There are times when you swallow your pride as a parent, and then there are times that the german shepard inside of you lunges at anyone who dares hurt your child. Tonight, my inner guard dog leapt to life.

Normally, I stay out of the coaches' way. Other than assisting in the dugout with the lineup, I don't argue about their tactics. Until tonight.

The first sign to my husband was my jaw. Good thing I don't have dentures or surely the back six teeth would be ground to nothing.

The second sign, clenched fists.

The third and most alarming sign, was my nostrils flaring. He compared me to a bull ready to charge. Of course, I took that to mean I was a fat sow but would deal with that at a later time. I was seeing red, that's true, and my target wore a coach shirt.

When your first born is humiliated in front of the team for asking a question, how do I put this: AW HELL NAH! It's a good thing I don't have manicured nails or they would be swirling around at the moment of confrontation.

I waited until after our victory and the girls had dispersed. Unbeknownst to me (LOVE THAT WORD BTW), my husband, along with four other daddies, watched me from the hill as I approached the coach. With a large base of support, I asked for a moment of her time. She should have said no, as I spoke low and allowed no interruption. Had it not been for Casper, my son, pulling on my leg, I think she would have gotten loud with me. Again, AW HELL NAH.

So tonight's post is about maternal instincts. My cub was being threatened and I saw fit to protect her. On the ride home, Drama Diva told me of two teachers at school she didn't like. Sorry, not playing that game but at least tonight, she knew Momma doesn't put up with disrespect for herself or her children. That ought to bring a heck of a Mother's Day present, don't you think?


  • Good show Ole Girl. To many of these couches are not held accountable for such stupididty.
    We have tomany of them where it is WIN at all cost- to hell with sportsmanship and playing for fun.
    Our society is running a one way ticket to hell with this attitude.
    I can understand it in college to a point. But what is the real reason for college?
    Semi-Pro ball?
    Pro- Cheerleaders?
    Porn Stars?
    Sports has taken such dominance in our schools, that education is an after thought.
    Oh History? Whats that? Do I get to play Quarterback?

    Ever wonder why schools are running so short of funds???
    Don't get me wrong these things are nice- but are they really nessary for the education of our children?
    How about paying decent salaries to teachers instead glorifying humongus Football stadiums...

    By Blogger ikw3804, at 8:19 AM  

  • Good for you for sticking up for your kid! And I'm laughing at the men watching from the hill.

    By Blogger Kelley, at 5:04 PM  

  • Sounds like you deserve DIAMONDS for Mother's Day, honey! You go, girl!

    By Blogger TrueJerseyGirl, at 5:16 PM  

  • wow, great post, looks like Eddo has some competition in the blogging department, love your site

    By Blogger Live, Love, Laugh, at 6:27 PM  

  • Yeehaw. Good for you!

    By Blogger ShoeHound, at 7:31 PM  

  • Have a great mother's day. I am scared of german shepards btw

    By Blogger mrsmogul, at 5:08 AM  

  • Hello!! Just stopped by to say I love your blog!! Have a blessed day!!

    By Blogger Nzyme, at 9:19 AM  

  • Boy, you are really in touch with your inner German Shepard. :)
    Nothing makes a mom madder then when her kid is embarassed or hurt by other people. You seem like you have the wisdom to know when to speak up and go to bat for them. (pardon the pun).
    bet she never messes with your kid again!

    By Anonymous Laura, at 3:59 PM  

  • So let us know what kind of mother's day present you end up with. I'd think that would give you an extra or a double, at least.

    By Anonymous TW, at 9:35 PM  

  • My 7-year-old's coach kept
    ignoring him at practice
    Thursday night. After
    45 minutes he had not had a turn to
    bat. The coach took him and 3 others
    to field grounders. My boy threw them
    back about 3 feet over the coach's
    head. He had a little smirk on his
    face. Later I asked if he had been
    doing that on purpose. He grinned
    and said "Uh, huh." He was really
    pleased with himself. Normally I
    would correct him, but this guy just
    irritated me to no end. I figure
    he got what he deserved.

    By Blogger Hillbilly Mom, at 10:53 PM  

  • i would SOO become one of those parents that beat up coaches.. your team.. my son.. remember that bunghole!

    i feel your rage!

    By Blogger mcgibfried, at 9:00 AM  

  • ikw3804 pointed a few quesrtions that could be answered if u think in a couch as a person who always dremt to hit the spot in sports, and, because of is/her icapacity to be good at it, had to curse his/her life as a child´s sport trainer.
    it´s all about frustrations

    and tish, would u adopt me?
    i love u!

    By Blogger Ian-Ivy du Bois, at 10:40 AM  

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