06/19/2022
P A R E N T S 🙄.
sometimes they really know how to screw things up.
today, joined his cousin Vann’s team in Tyler for a one day tourney.
they won. hands down. beast mode.
in the championship game, the opposing team just couldn’t understand how they were getting beat like drums. the big corn field post who towered over everyone just couldn’t keep it together. he lost his mind. slamming the walls. growling. drooling. he had the best WWE face!
i mean cmon brother!
last few seconds, we have the ball, pass to gus, he passes back and big baby proceeds to tackle Gus with the best O line hit you’ve ever seen from a 6th grader.
problem is, this is basketball. and the hit, which i think he was trying to screen, was uncalled for.
game over. we win.
i’ll save you the profanity soaked smack talk that ensued. by them.
the parents.
i, being the calm and quiet large man that i am, simply walked across the court to ensure the safety of my son. meanwhile big baby’s mom is cursing the refs and then it happened…i engaged.
kindly i said, ma’am, we have it on film…your son unnecessarily trucked my kid. let’s move on, game over.
🤬🤯🤬🤯🤯🤬🤬
and then, with the kind energy of the 8 i am, i simply encouraged her to exit the gym immediately.
guys, we were on the threshold of a full on parent brawl.
over what? 6th grade summer basketball.
that’s what it’s come to.
i’m happy to say, we have thoroughly debriefed the experience with significant laughter and tall tale details.
but man, parents, calm down. do some yoga. hit a v**e. do something so you don’t embarrass yourself over 6th grade basketball.