March 21, 2007~~6:26 p.m.
Crappiest coach on the planet...

For the record, this one's gonna have more swearing than my typical entries, so if that sort of thing bugs you, y'may just want to pass on reading what follows...

Oh my GOD. Went to Elle's softball game today. Knew I hated the coach based on what I saw at a couple of scrimmages before the season started and the things Elle has passed along about what goes on at practice, but now I'm spittin' nails.

Flat out, she's a bitch. A crappy coach. Totally unsupportive. Critical without offering any coaching that might help the girls do something differently the next time.

Oh, and we're not allowed to talk to our daughters at all during the game which pisses me off because if YOU, in spite of being PAID to coach my kid, are not going to help her to improve her skills, then I should damn well be allowed to help her understand how the play should have been made or how she was out of position or to watch for the fucking change-up.

She tells the girls that they're terrible. Told them before the season started that they might as well just forfeit all of their games.

They lost today. Here is the encouraging "coaching" they got in the huddle after the game. "If I even decide to have practice tomorrow, it'll be nothing but running."

Oh yea. Punish them for losing. THAT will teach them to play softball better. How about some drills? Fundamentals? Batting practice?

No. Here's a better idea. Can't swim? Let me tie a ROCK to your foot, then you'll swim.

Stupid fucking bitch.

I told Elle a few weeks ago that I didn't want to complain because I was worried that it would get taken out on her. I told her in the car on the way home today that I wouldn't be able to stick to that plan. She says she's fine with it... told me to make sure to cc the varsity coach and the principal. I think she kinda likes it when I complain.

~Alice