Fast Pitch, Inconsiderate Bitch

Place: In our town's high school field house.
Date: Saturday 4/4
Time: 8:30 - 10:30 AM
Event: Girls Fast Pitch Softball Clinic
Rating: Excellent

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Emilie attended a girls fast pitch softball clinic that was given by the varsity girls softball team and had a ball (no pun intended). It was open to all ages with the girls grouped by grade level; Emilie was of course in the kindergartners & first graders group. The high schoolers taught the girls the fundamentals; throwing, catching, fielding, base running, batting, etc and let them all take turns doing each. The little ones all enjoyed themselves and the high schoolers did a fantastic job; a GREAT event and fundraiser!

However, that's where my praise and pleasantries end. Please also note this rant has NOTHING to do with any aspect of the event itself but rather one particular douche bag who I will affectionately refer to from now on as "dipstick", OK?!

The field house contains an indoor track with a full basketball court in the center and bleachers on one side - it's big with plenty of space to roam and accommodate many, many people. So JoAnne and I find a spot and settle in to watch Emilie. Then outta no where Murphy appears; you know Murphy, of “Murphy’s Law”! He always makes an appearance at the most inopportune times and this day and event was no different. OK, technically it wasn’t Murphy but rather a parent making her way over to watch her daughter too. Naturally she wasn’t alone, nope, she had two little rug rats in tow…let the games begin!

With all the seating choices and possibilities available how and why this woman chose our space, next to us kills me – only Murphy would find humor in this.

She’s one of those people who behave and act as if she’s sitting at home in her living room regardless of where she is - completely inconsiderate, oblivious and doesn’t care about anyone else around her. I can’t imagine what goes through the melon of someone like this or how someone can be this rude and clueless.

She was constantly yelling at or calling for the rug rats as they were tearing up and tooling around all over the place completely outta control and being supervised, if that’s what you’d call it, by a women sitting on her gluteus maximus and yelling from afar - after all she was in her own living room wasn’t she?! When she wasn’t yelling at them she was horse playing with them. At one point she had one hanging on her back and was spinning around and around weeeeeeeee so much fun, what a wonderful parent – NOT! Of course this wonderful parenting was taking place smack dab in front of us and other parents who were their trying to watch their own kids through this dipstick only to need to strain their necks to see around them. The quote Charlie Brown, “UGGGH”!

Oh, almost forgot another gem of an example - The signs that were hanging on the entrances to the field house that read, "No food or drinks allowed inside the field house", well those were obviously for everybody else and simply did NOT apply to her and her rug rats. So, when one of kids proceeded to empty his juice box on the turf track, well that was fine. Oh, she scolded him but that was it. She didn’t move off her ass; no common curtsey or decency, nope, she never even made an attempt to clean the spills. Just what the track needed twenty feet of sticky juice box stains, PRICELESS!

Fighting back the urge to put the woman in her place, which at that point would have been nothing short off a barrage of profanities, we decided it best to move away to another spot – confrontation averted.

Now, here is the ironic and cruel part of the story – the event ended with M having a fantastic time and we went on our way. Later that day M had her first softball team practice – (13) 6, 7 & 8 year old little girls learning the fundamentals of the game. Again, Murphy appeared and just who do you think one of the girls on her team is?!?! Yup, you got it the daughter of the “dipstick”. Thirteen weeks of attending practices and games trying to bite my tounge as dipstick rants and raves at her rug rats, UGGGGH. Looks like I’ll be upping my high blood pressure medication in anticipation...