Crazy Parents

 Last night Marsel had a football game. Now Marsel is 6 years old and he plays for the city. It's flag football. It's pretty cool to watch them run around. Anyway, the season is almost over.  The end of this month I think. His team is pretty good. I think they've lost 2 games. 

 So back to last night's game. We played this team about a week ago, and it was such a good game. Very close. We were winning up until the 4th quarter, and they ended up winning by 2 points. Last night was close again. Right off the bat, it got entertaining. One of the coach's on the other team starting yelling at the ref. Saying that he was calling off sides on his team, but not ours. The ref said that the kids are 6 years old. They are always off sides and if they called everything the game would never finish. Joel is an assistant coach and was standing on the same side of the field as the "fighting" coach. He started complaining to Joel that he's only doing it to their team. I was standing on the other side of the field with my mouth open. The ref told the coach if he didn't quite down he was going to kick him out of the game. So that was in the 1st quarter.

 Fast forward to the 4th quarter. Again the game is very close, we're ahead by a touch down. This is exactly how it was at the last game. At this point the parents are very much into it. At the 1st down there are a couple of parents standing up and yelling to the kids, telling them what to do. They were following the kids at each down. Following them down the field. And they're getting louder and louder. It was all very silly. The ref had to tell them if they didn't relax, he was going to ask them to leave, it's suppose to be fun for them.

 I wish I had brought my camera for all of it. And to top it off, there was a father from the other team, I just wanted to smack him. I had Adrain in the sling thingy, and he was sleeping. So this dad, is in front of me where ever I was standing. He was walking with a cane, said he was in a car accident and his back hurts ever now and then. So he's limping up and down the field. Towards the end of the game, when things are getting hairy, he kept squatting down and stomping the foot on the side with the limp. Now, none of this would have bothered me. Sorry he got hurt. But he was so ridiculous. The things he was yelling. I wanted to grab his cane and hit him with it. I know, so mean. Like I said I wish I had my camera for all of it. Plus to see Marsel out there in his jersey. Too cute. 

 He has another game on Friday night, so I'll try and remember it. 

 On another note, Adrian is doing better. Cough is almost gone. And back to smiling a whole bunch.  And our 3rd anniversary is coming up. It's next Wed. the 24th. We don't have any plans. We talked about going to the Islamorada Fish Co. because we ate the one in the Keys on our honeymoon. And there' s one not far from our house. But nothing is set in stone. So we'll see.