Hell yes! Good times! Empty picture frame. I'm not bitter...

Ok! It's done! Basketball season for my team and my kid is officially over! Yeah! It was rough, I got mad and my feelings got hurt. I was a cry baby and a little bit of a whiner. Not a winner, a whiner and for that, I'm sorry. But shit, I felt like some of those parents were dicks. Usually at the end of the season parties (I've been to 7 of these things and they always go the same way) I give a little speech, thank the parents and the other volunteers and get a little gift and a card signed by the team. This year, I got no gift... actually, I did, an empty picture frame with the boys signature around the edge. That's sweet and I should be grateful. I am actually. What I'm pissed about is the fact that the "team mom", the woman who yelled at me in front of everyone, the woman that sent out an e-mail after me apologizing for my "negativity", the woman who told me that "all the parents are saying blah, blah, blah...", and the woman that acts like she thinks I'm nice but talks massive shit about me behind my back,...she got flowers, a bottle of wine and a $25 gift card for Macy's AND a big 'ol round of applause and a bunch of praise for all her hard work. WHAT THE FUCK??? Hard work? Are you kidding me? I'm not bitter, I don't care. Whatever. Who cares what those parents think. Who cares that I got out there, coached their kids, spent 3 days a week (sometimes 4) an hour and a half each day to play with them and teach them how to play the game. Who cares that I gave them cute little nick names and her husband changed them into animal names... (that's gay too). I stayed up late at night planning out the line up only to have him hand me his line up the next day 10 minutes before the game...he can't even make a damn basket, he never coached a team in his stupid life. That was my team, not his, not hers... mine! It's so pathetic that I'm upset, so ridiculous. I'm such an ego maniac that allowing someone else to get the credit pisses me off right? NO! I totally don't mind giving credit to someone else, I don't, I mean it, but this lady, she wasn't the coach. Yes, she did the snack list, she shouted a lot and cheered on the team and she stepped over the line when she corrected me about my e-mail, pressured me into allowing her husband to hold a practice when I canceled. And, the slide show... holy shit how could I forget, she took pictures and put together a slide show, which, by the way, I wasn't in any pictures other than the side or back of my head. I'm not bitter. I got my empty picture frame, I got my team photo that the photography studio sent me, I got my hug and thank you from my kid, it's cool. I'm over it. I'll take this experience, run with it, learn from it and thankfully, I had some fun blog material right? Hell yes! Good times!