Managing My Home Plate – Practice Number One


It was the first practice for my son’s competitive baseball team last night and I’m already disgusted. The head coach and I are not on good terms.

Some background for you; we’ve had Coach Marv as a hockey coach in our first year of initiation. I was the team manager, so I worked closely with him as a mediator between him and the parents. MM coached with him. Coach Marv was not a favourite coach in the division for good reason. One of those reasons was because he is one of those guys who treated 5 year olds like they are 15 and now 9 year olds like they’re 19. He was tolerable back then because there were always 5 coaches on the ice and we, as parents, didn’t have to deal with him directly most of the time.

As well, our sons are friends. They’ve been friends since the first day in kindergarten and they remain friends to this day. That was almost 5 years ago. There have been numerous sleepovers and both boys have played at each other’s houses on a regular basis. Because the boys are friends, we’ve become friends with Coach Marv and his now ex-wife, Jenn. They’ve recently divorced, but we remain friends with both of them.

We are friends. On some kind of inexplicable level. But that would be an overstatement. Because I’ve had it with him. He’s an asshole. I’ve always known it, but I chose to ignore it or laugh it off. Until now.

When I found out he was head of the 9 year old baseball division this year, I was a little disappointed because he’s known to take on too much and do too little. But, because we knew that Coach Matt and Coach Wally were also coaching, we were relieved. I was hoping that Wally and Matt would take over most of the duties on the team because they’re capable, intelligent, and sports-oriented. I knew my son would learn a lot from them. My personal hope was that Coach Marv would fade to the background and we wouldn’t even notice him.

I was wrong.

Coach Wally was out of town last night so Marv actually had to do some coaching. He didn’t seem too impressed about it when he commented to me, “I spend way too much time at this damn diamond.” To which I half-jokingly replied, “yeah, but you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t love it!” He grunted and then walked away.

While Marv was writing some notes on his clipboard as the kids were warming up in the outfield, I told Marv that my son was playing at tryouts while he was sick and I didn’t realize it until afterwards. I explained that I kept my son home from school for two days afterwards and that he missed his basketball tournament on Saturday. “He must really wanna play ball,” I stated with a smile, proud of my son’s dedication to baseball.

Marv didn’t even look me in the eye when he muttered, “well, he better not miss any ball practices.”

I was stunned. How fucking rude! My jaw dropped, I stood up from my lawn chair, and I looked him in the eye. “Seriously?? That’s what you have to say to me?? We’re done here, Marv.”

And then I walked the fuck away.

Not a good start to the season.


Football Memories


So the Saskatchewan Roughriders didn’t win (again) and the BC Lions took the win after an intense fourth quarter comeback, but not all was lost. 

When I was in university, I went to a few football games with friends even though I had no idea how the game was played. I cheered when everyone else cheered and I tried my hardest to learn as much as I could in the short time I spent at the games. Needless to say, I didn’t learn much because there are only about 20 games per season. 

Fast-forward to 2016. 

Last night, I took my son to see his first live football game. Now, even though I understand the fundamentals of football, I’m a true blue hockey girl and I still have a lot to learn about football. When my son would ask me questions, wanting to learn the game, I did my best to answer him. Thanks to the amazing people in our section, three rows up from the field, they helped my son learn what was happening on the field. 

By the end of the game, in spite of the hometown loss, my son and I walked out of the game happy because we met great new people, cheered on our hometown team, and learned more about the game than ever before. Thank you to everyone who helped me and my son feel like a welcomed part of the Riders family! 

I think it’s safe to say that we are the newest football fans and we’ll be travelling to see more games in the future.