And, Like a Fart in the Wind, This, Too, Shall Pass

The Teenager was cut from the volleyball team yesterday. She wasn't alone, three other seniors and a junior were also cut.

I wish I could say I was surprised, but, I think we all know I would be a lying if I did. Indeed, I saw the writing on the wall earlier this summer at the first scrimmage the girls participated in.

I also wish I could say that I think the decision was based on individual merit, but, I also know that would be a lie. The "coach" flat out did not like The Teenager or her friends who were cut. She basically said as much when The Teenager plead her case during that scrimmage, and, her actions at practice further solidified my opinion.

Hugh stormed the gym to speak to the "coach" five minutes after he got the call from The Teenager. He wasn't alone; the angry mother of one of the other cut seniors was seconds behind him, and, after a brief discussion with the athletic director, a meeting was hastily arranged for tomorrow morning.

I won't be attending that meeting as I will be in Phoenix with The Girls, enjoying a 3 Doors Down concert and alcohol. I'm not disappointed about missing it, either. The simple fact is, we, as parents, can bitch as hard as we like. We can point out that these girls have worked their asses off for three years for the privilege of playing on the varsity team in their senior year. We can remind the adults in attendance that each girls gave up her entire summer to attend open gyms, practices, camps, and scrimmages because they were under the impression that showing that kind of dedication to a sport they loved would be looked upon favorably. We can argue that the school's past policy has been to keep seniors on the team, because of all the points raised above.

But.

None of those very good arguments are going to change the fact that the girls won't be playing volleyball this year.

Because, even if the school were to pressure the "coach" to change her decision; these girls will never play for that woman. She has created such a feeling of animosity in the girls; I believe they would be hard-pressed to pick up a volleyball again, just to play for fun. And, that, is this "coach's" greatest failure as a coach and as a human being, as far as I am concerned.

So. Moving forward.

My mission will be to help the girls find positive activities to fill in the time that they would have been practicing and playing. I don't know what that's going to look like just yet, but, I'll figure it out.

I'm also going to sit back and wait for Karma's inevitable bitch-slap on that woman, because, these are the things that I can do.