Thursday, September 15, 2011

Football Season - Warning, Snarky Post ahead.

Today's pic is of my middle child.  Football is king in the South, the home of the every powerful Southeastern Conference :p Whatever, right?

I was a football wife for 15 years; the night my husband walked off that field for the last time was such a relief to me.  You see, I'm one of those people who HATES politics and grown people who act like spoiled brat children. There's a lot of politics in everything, yes, I know that too...but there's a buttload of it in football.

I still attend our high school football games but I very seldom watch the games...I'm too busy watching my babies...whether it's band, dance team, or cheerleading, my girls have done everything but kick a field goal...hey, wait, that's not a bad idea ;)
Not really.

This is the middle child's senior year and she is participating on the brand new dance team for her high school.  And guess what, politics has already reared its ugly head and soured the experience for the team. 

Can I ask you a question?

Why do parents have to act like children?
Why do some children act better than their parents?
Anybody else think kids would have better experiences if parents stayed the you know what out of things??

Whoops...that was 3 questions.

We could fight back.
We could raise a stink.
We could have words with the ugly people.

But, we are not.
You know why?

Because even though this post is snarky, I don't live my life that way.

I'm teaching my daughters that women especially would be so much better off if we would all work together instead of trying to tear each other down.  Where does that get us??  Women are so busy trying to keep the other woman down that the men slip right on by somehow and keep progressing in the spaces where a woman might have actually done a better job.
I'm not against men...don't get me wrong.  I happen to be deeply in love with the one I have at my house...
But, geez, ladies, step up and grow up, roll with the punches...or get the hell out of the rest of our way.

Thank you kindly.


  1. My kids are doing community theatre again after a two year break. I am writing about it tomorrow but when I read your post, I couldn't help but compare it to the community theatre experience we've had over the past 6 years. Some of the parents are just jackasses. Sorry. They are. We are required to volunteer a certain number of hours and I always work backstage, because that is where all the action is but good gawd! I have to keep the claws out back there!

  2. Oh girl, do I ever know about football. It is a religion down here, so there isn't much else more important to some parents. My son plays tackle, and there are parents who TRULY BELIEVE their kid is the next pro star. It gets ugly, ever single year. My best friend's husband coaches, but I wouldn't want that job for a million dollars. He would tell you, the parents are worse than the kids. Ten times worse. I think as a parent, I feel it is my job to get my kid through this experience with the best memories, and for me to absorb the crap. Sometimes it doesn't always work that way, but I try. (While I rant and rave at night to my husband.)