I know that seems hypocritical considering I am not exactly a people person (stop laughing!). But I hate when they make it obvious. And I hate it more when it is because of my kid.

There is a woman who comes to the games (I will not name her although I would love to) and she sits with a nasty, ol' sneer on her face, never smiling and grouches her way through the game. I have never once heard her cheer for her son. Not once. But what I have heard is her complain about mine. She said that he is terrible and slows down the game. I think I have shown a good bit of restraint since she is not at this moment removing my adorable new sneaker from her tightly pinched ass, but she makes me crazy. She sits over there glaring at me. It isn't my fault that her kid is the one with his glove on his head doing the macarena at short stop. It isn't my fault he can't be the catcher because he crab walks everywhere but she thinks it is C's fault. C gets to play where she wants her son to play and because I help out she thinks it's my fault. Like I could tell those guys where they should be playing!

Anyway, it makes me crazy that she is so blatant about hating C and I and by the end of the season I am sure my self-control will faulter. I don't have to worry about seeing her again. They won't even be trying out for any other teams. So I am plotting my final goodbye every time I see her beady little eyes burning into me.

I know I should be the bigger person and all that but she is sitting in the stands bad mouthing my kid. Bad move sweetheart.