Originally Posted by Anonymous
I am short. I am bitter because other dads are taller than me. Some people call me Napoleon. When my son was born, I realized that he would be too small to play a real sport, like basketball or football. I registered him for lacrosse and coached his team. I ensured that he played attack and scored lots of goals. As he got better, it made me fell better about being short. But when a bigger kid beats my kid, I get sad. I yell at the bigger kid and refs to make myself feel better. I need help. Sound familiar?


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Absolutely hysterical and sadly true.