You were sitting in front of me at my 7-year-old daughter’s soccer game, flipping your bleached blonde hair and squawking dismay to your pal about every decision the coach made, and whining about how YOUR daughter should not be on the bench because SHE is the BEST goalie. After the starter allowed a goal, you loudly berated the coach for all to hear, as your daughter cringed with embarrassment. Look, lady (and I use the term “lady” loosely here), if you know so much about soccer, then why don’t YOU volunteer to coach a kids’ team? I hope you do someday, and that every kid on your team has a parent just like you.
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