The Next Day...
Saturday, April 14th, 2007 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouThis morning, the Husbandly One called the Nutso family, because he wanted to be sure they wouldn't show up at the game. For one thing, he didn't think it would be good for the kids on the team, and for another, he was quite sure it wouldn't be good for their son, either. In fact, in all of this, I have to say I feel the most sorry for their son, because he's the one who is suffering the most. Because of his parents' behavior, he is not going to be able to play soccer this season.
So, the Husbandly One called, and got Mr. Nutso. And he talked, explaining what had happened, why he had made his decision, and why he didn't think it would be a good idea for them to come to the game.
It sort of fell apart after that.
I have to hand it to the Husbandly One. He was patient, and he kept his cool, even though it was sorely tried at several points. Mr. Nutso actually hung upon him a couple of times, but THO persisted. He wanted it resolved before gametime.
What was interesting was when the Husbandly One said, "Look, I have to tell you, if you show up, and you make a scene, if you start making threats, I'll have to call the police and have them escort you from the fields."
Mr. Nutso said, "Oh, yeah? Well, I'm a cop. Who do you think the cops are going to believe? You, or me?"
The Husbandly One said, "Doesn't matter. My brother-in-law was a cop, and I happen to know, they're going to think of the kids first, and keeping the situation from blowing up, which you would know if you were a cop. DON'T COME TO THIS GAME!"
It was just a great situation all the way around.
However, THO's persistance appeared to have paid off, because the Nutso family did not show up. Our soccer board president, whom we had warned ahead of time, showed up at our game as back-up, which was all to the good. And I have to say, I did not relax one second while we were there, because I am very well acquainted with Murphy's Law, and most of its adjuncts. I knew if I did, those folks would be sure to show up the very next second. I didn't relax until we were leaving the parking lot to head to West Creek for the Impertinent Daughter's game.
The Impossible Son had an excellent first game back, and seemed to be full of more appreciation for being able to play. You wouldn't have known he'd missed three weeks of practice to watch him go! He even got a couple of goals! Yay, Impossible Son!
I am wondering how the next meeting of the soccer board is going to go. This has been quite a stressful event, not just for us personally, but for the entire organization. You hate to think of parents acting like this. You hate to think of yourself acting like this.
But most of all, I hate to think of a disappointed little boy, sitting at home, wanting to play like his older siblings are, and being unable to because his parents are acting like jerks.
So, the Husbandly One called, and got Mr. Nutso. And he talked, explaining what had happened, why he had made his decision, and why he didn't think it would be a good idea for them to come to the game.
It sort of fell apart after that.
I have to hand it to the Husbandly One. He was patient, and he kept his cool, even though it was sorely tried at several points. Mr. Nutso actually hung upon him a couple of times, but THO persisted. He wanted it resolved before gametime.
What was interesting was when the Husbandly One said, "Look, I have to tell you, if you show up, and you make a scene, if you start making threats, I'll have to call the police and have them escort you from the fields."
Mr. Nutso said, "Oh, yeah? Well, I'm a cop. Who do you think the cops are going to believe? You, or me?"
The Husbandly One said, "Doesn't matter. My brother-in-law was a cop, and I happen to know, they're going to think of the kids first, and keeping the situation from blowing up, which you would know if you were a cop. DON'T COME TO THIS GAME!"
It was just a great situation all the way around.
However, THO's persistance appeared to have paid off, because the Nutso family did not show up. Our soccer board president, whom we had warned ahead of time, showed up at our game as back-up, which was all to the good. And I have to say, I did not relax one second while we were there, because I am very well acquainted with Murphy's Law, and most of its adjuncts. I knew if I did, those folks would be sure to show up the very next second. I didn't relax until we were leaving the parking lot to head to West Creek for the Impertinent Daughter's game.
The Impossible Son had an excellent first game back, and seemed to be full of more appreciation for being able to play. You wouldn't have known he'd missed three weeks of practice to watch him go! He even got a couple of goals! Yay, Impossible Son!
I am wondering how the next meeting of the soccer board is going to go. This has been quite a stressful event, not just for us personally, but for the entire organization. You hate to think of parents acting like this. You hate to think of yourself acting like this.
But most of all, I hate to think of a disappointed little boy, sitting at home, wanting to play like his older siblings are, and being unable to because his parents are acting like jerks.
