This from Jill, official daughter of NewMexiKen, took place last week:
In information that should shock no one, Mack’s t-ball coach today informed me that he is “super competitive.”
I’m just surprised it took her three whole classes to impart this to me.
I replied, “Really?” To which she responded with an outblow of breath, a small throwing-out of hands and a “Yeah!”
During today’s game of flag tag, about five boys converged on Ryan, the class bully. (You know the type, the borderline obese one who shoves any kid that gets between him and the ball, and “accidentally” knocks people down when he tags them out.) Mack came away with Ryan’s flag, a fact cheered by the kids and by all but one mom who was watching.
Ryan snarled from his spot under the pile.
During the class-ending game of duck, duck, goose, Ryan picked Mack.
Then he caught him and gave him a good shove from behind. Mack went down hard. I couldn’t hear from where I was, but the coach said Mack came up and accused Ryan of going after him because Mack had earlier gotten his flag.
The coach said that she explained to Mack that wasn’t the case, and Mack calmed down.
However, I kind of think Mack might have been right.
Then again, I’m sorta “super competitive.”