MyThreeDaughters

I never remember my parents complaining about this shi, this stuff, but surely they must’ve when we weren’t around. (Overly) organized sports, what a pain in the rump.
Fontaine’s T-ball league is like the U.N., like when one country with about 300 people blocks a global environmental treaty that would halt global warming.
Team pictures are Saturday. You have to arrive 30 minutes ahead of photo time. If you don’t come for the pictures, you can’t play in the game that day, because these days if you don’t have a picture of your kid doing it, they didn’t do it.
So for missing the team picture it’s a one game suspension. For a six-year-old girl who plays on a team called the Pink Sox. (Oh well, it’s the same penalty as failing the steroid test.)
You pay a $75 entry fee, but have to take turns working in the snack bar, doing maintance on the fields, selling raffle tickets.
I never heard my parents complain about any of this. Maybe they should’ve had a blog.