Dinner With the Pope in Hell

06.28.12


I love Phoenix in the summertime. 110 degrees… what arthritis. I’m running up and down stairs here just for fun.

Volleyball is disastrous in ways I really can’t begin to explain. The girls are playing horribly, their coach showed up two hours late after sleeping through an alarm clock, numerous phone calls and her assistant coach pounding on her door. She then proceeded to melt down when the girls didn’t play well. The owner of the club isn’t responding to parents anymore and to say I’m dissatisfied is a gross understatement.

I was talking to my co-chaperone about how I wished the club was a little different (you know… like with responsible coaches and all) and she told me that sometimes her friends tell her that they’re liberal Catholics and they wish there would be a more liberal Pope at which point she tells them that what they need is a new religion.

So we went to dinner with the Pope, two coaches and eleven 13 year old girls.

 

I’m not sure how I’ll deal with the volleyball debacle. I’m finding that some conversations aren’t worth having, some relationships are so fouled that the only option is to walk away.

The girls will never know how livid the parents are. We won’t ruin the season for them but part of me wants to tell my daughter, “That lady… that’s who I don’t want you to grow up to be.”

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6 responses to “Dinner With the Pope in Hell”

  1. Erin says:

    The Pope Room is the best! Because really, if you convert you might as well join me in my childhood upbringing of guilty Catholic fun. In other words, we’ll sip drinks in hell together. And it sounds to me the parents should ask for an apology AND a refund.

  2. Amy says:

    Oh my gosh. I’m laughing but not sure if I should be??? I feel horrible for you, but dang the way you wrote about it was hilarious. Plus the pope photo?? Too funny! Good luck with the rest of your trip and volleyball season.

  3. WOW. That is a little insane. I’d be that parent that called the drunk coach out on her behavior! 

  4. Christina Simon says:

    This sounds like a tragicomedy. Time for a new club when season ends!

  5. Kerry says:

    Yeah… sometimes, even if it’s mid-season, it’s better to stop the silliness & find another sport/activity.  I don’t put up with much, esp. when it’s coming from other “adults” who are supposedly teaching/coaching kids.  All it takes is one idiot/foul tempered nitwit that gets to your kid during those “formative” years that leads to endless sessions with a shrink, fighting a nasty disorder brought about by believing others’ judgments, or lots & lots of anti-depressants.  DO point out the dingdong to your daughter!  By all means.  Learning “by example” of what’s good & what’s not is a lesson any 13 yr old can relate to.  You may not even realize that your daughter & her teammates are already shredding her to pieces.

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