vexing

I stayed up late to watch a disappointing ending. Damn Duke.

Seriously, is anyone out there happy?




**crickets**




In other vexing news, D's team lost last night which was to be expected. We arrived a the game, all decked out in our fan wear (hats & sweatshirts in team colors) and approached the field from the back side. Hm, that doesn't look like Slugger in left field. We walked closer and I squinted to see who stood in the infield. I don't recognize the pitcher or the catcher either. Then I caught a glimpse of the dugout. What's the JV coach doing in there? I thought they had a game today, too.

Unless...crap. I'm at the JV game. I asked a parent where Varsity was playing and thanked them, feeling utterly foolish. Then we packed up the Momvan, drove the mile to another park and repeated the process of unloading everybody.

The head coach's wife was there with her new baby. I do love her, she's incredibly nice and intelligent and has a decent sense of humor. But (there's always a "but," right?) she's Type A to the 2nd power. No kidding. She's perfection underlined, organized, hard-working and anal-retentive. I feel fantastically inferior around her all the time.

Her house is spotless and clutterless, makes me feel like a giant slob. There isn't even a toaster or a coffee maker on her kitchen counter. My house? Well, I live with Team Testosterone and my staff does a crap job backing me up. Her hair always looks freshly blown out, even when she was pregnant she dressed in cute, stylish clothes. I look barely passable on a good day, after I've made an effort. My clothes are wrinkled and 3 years out of date, my face is red and sweaty, my hair is either flat or flying away. She had the kind of baby who never cries or fusses or spits up. I have Team Testosterone who looks dragged through the mud and has a penchant for public brawling at baseball games, several times ending up rolling on the ground throwing punches. Plus they whine for me to buy them concession stand treats. (At this game G was wearing rubber boots and he and B had "painted" their faces for the game with green and yellow markers to show team spirit. T looked okay except for wearing his blue Snuggie slippers as socks.).

I walked up beside her, admired her new non-fussing baby and said with a laugh, "I went to the wrong field. But I'm sure D and I aren't the only couple who have communication problems."

She replied, "I asked Head Coach two times where the game was because I wanted to be sure I came to the right diamond."

Of course you did.

Spill it, reader, whose perfection do you find vexing?

Posted in: baseball, I'll have some cheese with this whine