This has been the worst season with the biggest bullshit and I’m so ready to say goodbye to minor hockey this season.
With the fighting between coaches, executives, and parents, I’m ready to stop being confronted and put in awkward situations. If a coach wasn’t bitching at me about another coach, it was an executive questioning me about the antics in the dressing room, or other parents complaining about something. Luckily, the kids didn’t know what was going on and they had a fun year together in spite of the behind-the-scenes BS.
A friend from baseball texted the other day and mentioned getting together for drinks that night. I couldn’t because I had a sick kid at home, but I texted back,
“It’s funny that you texted me because, just the other day, I was thinking, I can’t wait for hockey to be over so we can go to your place for drinks after ball! Hahaha.”
And I meant it. There’s no after-hockey drinks with the hockey family because 6:30am practices don’t seem to be the right time after we drop the kids off, and I didn’t get along well with most of my hockey family this year. Hell, none of them got along very well.
So now we can focus on basketball for the next few weeks (and these parents are pretty stuffy so I avoid them at all costs), then golf will start (and we’ve been with the same people for six years now – love them all!), and after golf is baseball.
After all of that, I’m really looking forward to some time away from our house and renovations during the summer. All I ask for is a couple of days near a beach with a drink in one hand and a book on the other. That’s it. That’s all it will take for me to be happy this year. Two days.
We’ll see what comes up, because you know my life never goes as planned.
At least this awful hockey season is finally over.