Because I was taller than everyone else on my fifth-grade baseball team, my strike zone was slightly larger than most. That fact alone must have led to a few more pitches going unanswered when I was at bat. It also didn’t help that I was deathly afraid of the ball.
My dad was asking like a therapist would! Like “how did it make you feel?” because it looked like I was about to cry. He was there and being nice but maybe it needed more context. Thank you for reading it!!
Okay so first, that woman at the ballpark was a cunt. And "why did it upset you so much?" Really, Dad? 🤨
That lady sucked!
My dad was asking like a therapist would! Like “how did it make you feel?” because it looked like I was about to cry. He was there and being nice but maybe it needed more context. Thank you for reading it!!
Ah, I get it now, sorry about that!
But yeah, if I was watching my kid at a sports thing and some kids started stoning another kid, my mama bear voice would come out.
Let’s make a Time Machine and fight these kids/moms
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