The crazy fucking basketball adventure continues...

I don't give a FAT FUCK!! Ok, I said it. Who cares about the parents of this damn team. It wasn't until tonight. God love her... one of my moms... I talked to her about what was going on and she was like "oh, I had no idea you've had such a bad experience, your so upbeat and positive. My son likes you a lot"... I was like "oh yeah, finally!" FINALLY! Someone understands. She came late into the season, her son was added to my team last minute and he only came to two practices before our 1st game so she didn't get all the "John is too mean to the boys..." and "a lot of the parents think...." Bullshit... not a lot of the parents think shit, one or two parents. Guess what, there's 10 players, that's 19 or 20 parents. Two is not a lot if there's 19 or 20 God damn parents. So, lets just say this: I have finally found a parent who has not been tainted by the crazy bitch that feels like because her husband has been nominated (by her) to be assistant and she has nominated herself to be "team mom", she can send out e-mails and communicate to parents about what is "wrong" with my coaching. This gal, she likes me and agrees with me and says that I'm doing just fine and I shouldn't worry about them. HALLELUJAH!!(imagine that in a like singing voice enunciating the Hall part... you've heard it before...). Amazing how much better I feel after being able to vent to another basketball parent. I talk to Amy and her mom about it all the time but it's different when someone actually knows all the people involved. And, the thing is... you readers don't even know all the details or the last thing that happened. The crazy team mom yelled at me on Saturday in front of everyone because I canceled practice and didn't want her husband to hold it without me. She screamed at me that he could do it... I was like: "whoa, why are you yelling at me... fine, we'll have practice then." Very strange... we decided that she's crazy... literally fucking nuts. By we, I mean me and my wife and mother in law. She's like really controlling and I'm sure that she sends out e-mails and makes phone calls without letting me know. I'm sorry crazy but uh... I'm the Head Coach and I make the G.D. decisions. Not you, not your pussified husband and not your kid...(he plays point guard... a very important position... and they seem to think he's the best on the team... I'm really afraid to break down the reality check for them... they will probably kill me...). I decided on Sunday, (the practice I tried to cancel but had hellion response to), to move some kids around... our next game, tomorrow, is our 1st playoff game. We've had 9 losses and 1 win. Do you really think that we are moving on? Pretty sure we're not, considering the team we play has beat us twice... 1st time 10-24, second: 12-24. Guess what? No matter where I put these kids, they probably won't win. So, I decide to move them a little and give everyone a shot at point guard... can you guess? E-mail... right away..."are you sure you want to put them in new positions? Don't you think this will be devastating for them?"... Uh...No, dumb-ass. They've lost 9 out of FUCKING 10. Devastating would be winning every game and losing the 1st playoff game stupid ass. What we've been doing hasn't been working... let's fucking change it up!

Ok, I've spewed enough. I will follow up on Thursday or Friday... Thanks for listening.

We won a game...finally...it was worth it.

Ok, maybe my last post was a little harsh. Truth hurts. We won a game though!! Whoo Hoo!! We beat the other team 22-21. We had a strong lead through the 1st half then my defense got sloppy and we almost lost. But, we did not lose, we fricken won! My boys were so excited, a couple of them started to cry. And then, some of them said, get this, "I feel bad for the other team, did you see their faces?"... What? What? Who cares about them, we've lost 7 games in a row!! Do you think they care about you? It was cute and ridiculous at the same time. Damn good sports! Such a proud yet confused coach I am. So, two more games, we'll see what happens. Everybody makes it to playoffs so... we could still turn into champions... I'll say my prayers and visualize the trophy.
The mom that I previously stated was a total bitch, has been oddly nice to me. Not sure what that's about but I'm not complaining. The season is almost over and I've had a pretty good time. Indeed an experience I shall cherish... at least until soccer season.