So I’m 40 now. Have been for 16 minutes and I look forward to being a grumpy old man. I’m not even going to transition slowly I’m just going to start being a dick to random teenagers immediately.
During baseball practice today the kids got a “Coach can’t catch.” chant going cause I missed a poorly thrown ball. I laughed it off and proceeded to miss the next ball thrown my way as well. Perhaps a 30 year old could of caught it. This guy, who hasn’t done a sit -up since high school out of spite for the gym teacher whom I told my last day of school “I’ll never do another sit up,” could not catch that throw. They started a “Coach is a failure,” chant. I told them I could drive away, and buy things. They’re stuck there till there mommy comes. That quieted them down.
Told you I wasn’t easing into this grumpy old man thing.
Told Walter tonight as I was putting him to bed that he had a great practice today. I ran through a list of all the good things I saw him do. He said to me, “Someone else had a good practice too.” I asked who, and he said “You! You’re like a real coach now, telling people what to do, throwing the ball super hard so no one could catch it…” He trailed off but the thought was sweet. I kissed him on the head and told him he was a good son and he told me I was a good dad. It makes me sad and happy at the same time. I wish he’d tell Dudette she’s a good mommy. She needs to hear it from him but he still just too tied up in everything to give her that yet. We’ll just have to abide.