So...interesting time at the Big Game. S12 didn't win but it was a hell of a game and they still got 4th place trophy for being in the finals...and this his team's first year in the league. They rock!!!
So, inlaws come to the game, because it's the last game (they didn't come to the other 18 games, of which they only lost 2). We were in different parts of the stands, because I was a little late, and I was having a blast with my team parent friends. Finally hook up with the whole family at halftime.
I say next to FIL whilst he gave a running commentary of what everyone was doing wrong. Well....we were losing to a better team. They were better. It happens. Every single word out of his mouth was to criticize a player and what they "needed to be taught" as if he has a f#@*ing clue about a single kid on that team, or the coach, or hey...football!!!
He kept dogging this one kid, who was probably our season MVP...and I looked at him and said...you know what, that kid is the REASON we are AT this game! I said it sweetly...anyway...he kept going on about #X...I got up and walked away. They got away on us and scored and I could hear both inlaws going Geesh...like totally rudely. I just kept away from them. They are like the plague of doom.
Anyway. The point of this story is just that they are SO negative even when they don't know WTF they are talking about. And furthermore...does everything need to be SAID??? Who the hell do they think they ARE in the first place? And yet that's how they treat everyone else...like, who do you think you are? You're nobody.
Oh well. I've vented. I had a great day really, all except for the half hour of my life I had to sit near them, thinking about the poison they spread thru the family. All while being "supportive" and coming to the big game! Yay!
Can't wait for Thanksgiving!! Four whole days together.
