Okay...I didn't really want to write about this, but it's on my mind in a big way.
Last night my son signed up for flag football in our small town. One of the two coaches for this is a friend of ours and I think would be a good coach teacher -- especially for those kids like my son who is not as athletically advanced as many of the others.
The other coach...is a jerk. He reminds me of every jock in high school who treated all non-jocks as a waste of time. His son, of course, is one of the best athletes in his class (who also happens to be in my son's class). There's not a day that goes by that you don't see them (the jerk and his son) tossing some kind of ball around. My first annoyance with them came at some sort of event held in the school gym...lots of people milling about and the jerk having his son run through the crowd of people and then throwing a nerf football the length of the gym to him.
So we go to sign up my son for flag football (and he was reluctant to sign up because he's already feeling that negativity from those who are better at it) and the jerk couldn't hide the disdain in his voice when he said my son's name to the woman writing it down.
I don't know. Maybe I'm reading too much in to it because I already don't like the guy. Maybe the jerk is okay. After all, how bad can a guy be when he spends time with his son? And yet with what little I know of him I feel that if his son isn't the best at each of the sports, he will be disappointed with the boy. That, of course, is not my concern. But what is my concern is how he will treat my son, who he already, apparently thinks very little of.
Monday, August 01, 2005
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