Smoke and Adbono;
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Bob
@russinfortworth posted:you don't know how many times I've been told "we never go on vacation".
Glad it's just not me!
@smokeminside posted:The youngest leaves for college in a few weeks. Still trying to remember what I like to do.
Me, too. Let me know if you remember. Maybe I liked it, too.
I am looking forward to finding out if I still like what I used to do and discovering new fun things. I would like to call it a "daddy Uber retirement list" since I know my two debt inducers will keep squeezing me for financial support so it won't be an actual retirement list and calling it a bucket list is a bit macabre for a guy very young at heart.
I also have a daughter five years older than my son. I was an assistant coach on her travel softball team. The boys can’t top this story.
This was an 18u Gold team. Most of the girls were sixteen. They had about an hour break between games. It was hot. They were sitting in the shade together.
Porta potties can smell nasty by Sunday on a hot weekend. But one of the girls decided to use it rather than walk across the complex to the bathrooms. None of her teammates wanted to make the long walk.
Afterwards she said it wasn’t so bad. There was even a little sink with soap to wash up afterwards.
The shrieks started …
Oh my God! You washed your hands in the urinal!
That wasn’t soap! That was a urinal cake!
We were hanging out at the far end of a fourplex. The girl ran screaming through the middle of four fields to the bathrooms to wash up.
My daughter is 34. She’s still friends with this teammate. To this day she still calls her Sweetcakes.
There are so many, where do you start?
Let’s start at the beginning: T-Ball, the end of the first game. The parents (couples) all touch hands and cheer to create the parent’s tunnel which ends in the aftergame snacks. Trev is coming off the field and sees the tunnel/celebration and paused for a moment, then promptly walks around the celebration to the snacks. He never did go through one of those tunnels. The other parents are like WTH?
Lol!
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12U, Typical team lunch at some barbeque joint – parents at two picnic benches, kids at 2 other benches. I’m looking around and I don’t see Trev at either of the kids’ tables, but all the boys are laughing and looking at a table of college kids (mostly young women). There Trev is, sitting in-between two young ladies and talking. At this point all the parents are watching and wondering why Trev is sitting a group of people he obviously doesn’t know. Just then the likely boyfriend returns from somewhere to find Trev in his spot – there’s a conversation and the boyfriend takes a seat on the other side of the table.
At this point I’m casually trying to make eye contact with my son, thinking he might give me some idea of what’s happening – and he pretended I didn’t exist. After some time, he says something to the group and heads back to the kid’s tables. This time I stand up, and motion him to come talk to me and he reluctantly obliges… We had every parents’ attention when I asked him what he was doing at the other table.
His answer, “Jacob bet me $20 I couldn’t stay at that table for 5 minutes, I won!”
There’s a trend here, after being beat down at 11U USSSA world series pool game, a wealthy parent offered to take the whole team to Hooters (it was a southern thing). Trev lied to the Hooter girls telling them it was his birthday. Photo documentation below…
I could go on for quite a while – We had a lot of fun, with zero expectations of the next level…
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