Now that soccer is wrapped up, my son starts 7U coach's pitch. The coach asked for me to help out, so I'm listed as a team contact for parents. My mom, step-dad, and dad did the same for my teams when I was younger, though I played year-round, and I remember them always being stressed and didn't understand why.... until now. From petty shit questions like "dO mY bAbY gEt SnAcKs" to "Excatly what shade of light grey for the pants", my phone has been blowing up. Then you add in the fact that most of these kids are small, so you have to make sure the parents buy the correct bat to conform to the rules, make sure they buy the right socks, etc. It's been a fucking nightmare. Plus we have Snookie from Jersey Shore as the "team mom" who bothers us with dumb shit. Then you have kids not catching balls and getting popped in the mouth and you're having to tell someone else's kid to not be a pussy and get back on the field.
Sorry for the mini-rant
Sorry for the mini-rant