"By the way, I'm okay if you pull me out of select."
So says my son, Youngest, who we were told by his coach tonight, that he needs to be moved to the B team, purportedly so he gets more play time.
President, I am beyond ballistic about this. We are, of course, disappointed by Coach's assessment, which is apparently based on the performance of the game yesterday, in which NONE of the players performed admirably, Youngest included. Coach spoke to my husband, and I listened until I could stand it no more and called Coach a number of obscenities. Not the obscenities Coach felt to share with the players following yesterday's match, which included "bullshit" and "ass."
I cannot convey adequately how I feel about this. Suffice it to say, we are sorry we ever signed Youngest up for select. He is soccer-crazed. We thought we were doing right by him. Little did we know.
I'm going to end this now, before I go ape-shit over Coach and his mishandling of the team by playing favorites, regardless of skill level and apparently based on the drinking capability of the fathers. I, for one, can drink most of them under the table.
I want a refund of the $150 for "fundraising." I actually want more back, but I figure no one will give up what we've paid to the league.
I will never understand how you guys have left him as a coach for three years.