20? Years ago coaching a Babe Ruth team at a tournament in Aberdeen, we were up against the daunting Black Hills team that we hadn’t beaten in “All-Star” tournament season in three years. On Championship Sunday, in the first game of the day, we jumped on them early and hung on for the win. An assistant for BH was a big athletic, fierce, Samoan dude with a nasty temper and the best kid on their team who refused to accept losing. Now, as you all know, I’m easy to get along with and usually avoid confrontation but this one time, I must have said something he mis-understood and didn’t like because as the game ended and the kids ran onto the field he stormed from the 3rd base coaches box into my dugout and in my face. I had a dozen Dads standing with and behind me. He didn’t care. Becoming more emboldened by the second and as he was telling me how he was going to tear my limbs off, I quickly glanced around and noticed all of the dads but one had moved well out of range. Fuck me. Just as I was thinking, “Oh Shit! I haven’t done this in 15 years but, I guess it’s go time and this ones gonna leave a mark”, Dad of my second baseman, flashed his badge and warned, you don’t want to do this, you WILL go to jail, today.
He didn’t care, set his feet, and just before he made his move, Cop-Dad pointed out 4 of Aberdeen’s uniform finest driving across the field in two cars to my dugout while the other Black Hills coaches were scrambling to defuse him.
I left with my teeth intact but without the plastic Championship Trophy.
20? Years ago coaching a Babe Ruth team at a tournament in Aberdeen, we were up against the daunting Black Hills team that we hadn’t beaten in “All-Star” tournament season in three years. On Championship Sunday, in the first game of the day, we jumped on them early and hung on for the win. An assistant for BH was a big athletic, fierce, Samoan dude with a nasty temper and the best kid on their team who refused to accept losing. Now, as you all know, I’m easy to get along with and usually avoid confrontation but this one time, I must have said something he mis-understood and didn’t like because as the game ended and the kids ran onto the field he stormed from the 3rd base coaches box into my dugout and in my face. I had a dozen Dads standing with and behind me. He didn’t care. Becoming more emboldened by the second and as he was telling me how he was going to tear my limbs off, I quickly glanced around and noticed all of the dads but one had moved well out of range. Fuck me. Just as I was thinking, “Oh Shit! I haven’t done this in 15 years but, I guess it’s go time and this ones gonna leave a mark”, Dad of my second baseman, flashed his badge and warned, you don’t want to do this, you WILL go to jail, today.
He didn’t care, set his feet, and just before he made his move, Cop-Dad pointed out 4 of Aberdeen’s uniform finest driving across the field in two cars to my dugout while the other Black Hills coaches were scrambling to defuse him.
I left with my teeth intact but without the plastic Championship Trophy.
This is an iron law.
Do NOT fight a Samoan. Either sex. It will not turn out well for you.
God bless you, you nut jerb Quook. If I don’t die of Bill Gate vaccine I’m gonna put you in a head lock and give you some noogies and a future Autzen parking lot tailgate.
20? Years ago coaching a Babe Ruth team at a tournament in Aberdeen, we were up against the daunting Black Hills team that we hadn’t beaten in “All-Star” tournament season in three years. On Championship Sunday, in the first game of the day, we jumped on them early and hung on for the win. An assistant for BH was a big athletic, fierce, Samoan dude with a nasty temper and the best kid on their team who refused to accept losing. Now, as you all know, I’m easy to get along with and usually avoid confrontation but this one time, I must have said something he mis-understood and didn’t like because as the game ended and the kids ran onto the field he stormed from the 3rd base coaches box into my dugout and in my face. I had a dozen Dads standing with and behind me. He didn’t care. Becoming more emboldened by the second and as he was telling me how he was going to tear my limbs off, I quickly glanced around and noticed all of the dads but one had moved well out of range. Fuck me. Just as I was thinking, “Oh Shit! I haven’t done this in 15 years but, I guess it’s go time and this ones gonna leave a mark”, Dad of my second baseman, flashed his badge and warned, you don’t want to do this, you WILL go to jail, today.
He didn’t care, set his feet, and just before he made his move, Cop-Dad pointed out 4 of Aberdeen’s uniform finest driving across the field in two cars to my dugout while the other Black Hills coaches were scrambling to defuse him.
I left with my teeth intact but without the plastic Championship Trophy.
This is an iron law.
Do NOT fight a Samoan. Either sex. It will not turn out well for you.
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OBK can probably sort this out.
Longest off season ever. Doing our best
He didn’t care, set his feet, and just before he made his move, Cop-Dad pointed out 4 of Aberdeen’s uniform finest driving across the field in two cars to my dugout while the other Black Hills coaches were scrambling to defuse him.
I left with my teeth intact but without the plastic Championship Trophy.
Old school
Do NOT fight a Samoan. Either sex. It will not turn out well for you.
Right off the cliff