So I got that e-mail that all parents dread, today. That e-mail that you hope against hope that you never receive about YOUR son. It's the e-mail that you wish you could do something about but you just can't. Your hands are tied. The next 4 months of your life are ruined - at least the weekends. I got this e-mail (the names have been changed to protect the innocent):
Good evening,
My name is Steve, and I will be your son’s baseball coach in The Farm B Division. We are the Yankees. Our first practice will be Sunday afternoon at 1pm, at The Local Elementary School on Main Street. My home phone number is ***-***-****. You can also contact me via email: icantbelievemysonisontheyankees@bullshit.com. I have 4 small children, so please call before 8pm. You can email any time.
I look forward to working with your sons and meeting you. Have a great end of the week, and please let me know if you have any questions.
Best,
Steve
THE YANKEES?!?!?!?! REALLY? Ugh.
1 comments:
Hopefully they have the highest payroll in the Farm B division.
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