Anyone who knows me, knows that once something gets into my head, I obbssess over it, re-think it over and over again and loose several night's sleep. While I've been doing my regular errands today, I've still be thinking about last night's lacrosse game. The thing that gets me the most is that these parents, the ones that scream and yell and call us the Hoover Hooligans when we beat their ass each game, will be writing Chris love notes come all-star time, come college recruiting time.Some examples:
Dear Coach,
My son, XYZ, loves the game and wants to take it to the next level. What camps would you recommend he attend this summer? Thank you for all you do for these kids! You are truly an inspiration!!!
Very Truly Yours,
Mrs. Know-It-All
P.S. I didn't really didn't mean it when I said your players are a bunch of thugs. What I really meant to say is that they hit hard. Ha! Ha! Silly me!
Dear Coach,
My son, XYZ, would really like to be considered for your travelling all-star team. He loves the game but really needs to take it to the next level. Unfortunately, his high-school team is not as competitive as he would like. When are try-outs and what positions are avialable?
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Mr. Douche-bag
P.S. I'm really sorry when I told the ref you should be ejected from the game.
Dear Coach,
This is my son's first year of playing lacrosse at XYZ High School. Although he's only started in 2 games, we were wondering what type of scholarship opportunities are available? He's really interested in playing for Duke, Loyola and Maryland. Towson and the University of Virginia are his second choices.
Yours truly,
Mr. & Mrs. Head-Up-Our Ass
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