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Another "not my best story" but some things you just need to share.
I've coached multiple youth sports for quite a few years. During that time I've had a lot of experiences with the teams, the kids, the parents, opposing fans and coaches.
Tonight, something happened that's never happened to me nor anyone I know before and likely won't again. Between innings, as I'm sending kids to the field, I'm helping a young fellow put on the catchers gear. I'm strapping on the shin guards and I suddenly feel my hands doused in warm liquid. I look up and realize that the boy is getting rid of a bottle of water he drank earlier. He looks me in the eye as I'm kneeled in front of him and keeps peeing. Before I let go of the straps of the guard, my hands are soaked, my shoes are spattered, my pant leg is wet....
What in the hell do you do? I step back, remain fairly calm and tell him it's not a big deal and we'll figure something out. He removes himself from the game and I quickly call the third baseman into the dugout to catch.....but I can't put the shin guards on him, can I?
It worked out, but some of the kids saw what happened and I can only hope the poor kid does t leave school tomorrow with a new nickname.
I thought about it on the drive home and I realized the look he gave me when he kept fire hosing both of us was similar to the chubby kid when he got handed the taser in the hangover.
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