"There's no crying in (soft)ball!", or in football, for that matter

Tom Hanks would be mortified.

I learned today that the Coach (aka "God" by our district; after all, he brought us football, didn't he?) is mad at me because I chaperoned the lock-in week before last.

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No, that line of question marks is NOT a divider to indicate a new topic. You must understand this numbskull--and if you do, please fill in the rest of the county.

This man was appointed FCA sponsor nearly two years ago because he was a COACH. He isn't a Christian (a point I must make considering the organization is the Fellowship of Christian Athletes), so he couldn't care less about what the Christian members are doing; hence, late last year when things started to go really haywire, I kind of pitched in to help. Then they started asking me to help with other things, like the Flood. (He showed up for one? maybe two.) Then they wanted to go to state conference. I went as the female chaperone only to be the chaperone by 9:30 that night. He went, then he left because he "was sick." Never mind that he didn't bring a sleeping bag or a duffle bag. Then, about 2 months ago, they decided to have a lock-in. By this time, the kids were taking it for granted that I would be there, and I was.

The kicker is this: he is mad because he didn't get to chaperone the lock-in, but he forbade the softball team to go. NONE of the softball team could go to the lock-in, according to him, because they had practice the next day. So his girls' softball team wasn't allowed to go because of practice, but he was going to stay up all night himself????????

I don't think so.

Patty Mains says he's mad because he didn't get flowers like I did for chaperoning the FCA lock-in. I think I'll send him flowers, just in case. I'm in the mood to do it. This is the week I would. I'm in devil-may-care mode. I wrote up Brad Milner because he's never done anything to get in trouble (and yes, I submitted it to the office) and I let the kids plant discarded books in Ron S.'s truck.

I feel a call to Becky coming on.