Posts Tagged ‘Santa’

.. okay, so the whole pelting Santa with a snowball happened like.. I don’t know.. 30 or 40 years ago … and it happened during an Eagles’ game.. AND in the old Veteran’s Stadium.

Veteran’s Stadium being that big cement stadium that actually covered a hell hole and sucked all reasoning out of your brain when entered. That and the cheap beer.

Philly fans have this in-your-face reputation that supposedly makes fans rooting for opposing teams very, very afraid to wear their team colors.

As a Philadelphia :: I know, I feel bad for me too! :: I’ve had to listen to this time and time again over the course of my 40-some odd years. And as much as I tried to be all “… that was then this is now”-ish, you know there’s a reason why you get a reputation, yknow?

I’ve been to Phillies games, Eagles’ games, Flyers’ games and maybe a Sixer game here or there :: not big on the B-ball :: and every one I went to there was always “something” going on in the stands.

Things that you just want to say, “.. grow the FUCK UP” to the instigator and things like “.. okay, you stay RIGHT THERE while I call the police”.

Not all fans are like that…

Let me repeat so I don’t get hate mail or threatened with bodily harm

NOT ALL FANS ARE LIKE THAT..

But the one’s that are are really turning the one’s that aren’t away from enjoying a live game.

For instance.. there was a Phillies game I went to last season :: against the Dodgers, go figure :: It was one of those Dollar Dog Sunday afternoon games. Loaded with college kids.

A man in the section next to me was there with his two young sons.. about maybe 9 and 6.. each wearing a Dodger’s cap. The bunch of drunk ass college kids in the rows behind them started ribbing and harassing the kids because of their caps.

Remember.. they are 9 and 6 ( or something like that)

The father tries to reason with them and all that did was make the college kids harass them more. So the father moved down to empty seats in the front row.

A security guard :: rent a cop :: approached the father and he explained why he had moved. Security then went up to the and approached the college kids who began throwing beer and hot dogs at the security guard.

Cops were called.. college kids were being dragged down the section steps and the father just got disgusted with the whole thing and left.

Can you blame him?

After the Phillies won the series last year.. all hell broke lose in the city. Cars were being turned over.. people harassed at red lights.. city trash cans set on fire..

We won’t even go into the poor guy who got beaten to death in the parking lot because he accidentally bumped into someone in a crowded stadium bar, spilling their beer.

Beaten to death.. over spilled beer.. in the Phillies’ parking lot.

Just so happens that these guys were being refused beer in the stands so they went into the bar to be served.

Nice.

Don’t get me wrong.. Philly is a great place if you like history and cheesesteaks but I can’t stand the way these dumbasses don’t know how to behave themselves.. enjoy a win.. and celebrate without causing a national headline.

The Phillies have a great team.. work hard.. and really should be able to win a championship and not have it marred by assholes.

But I don’t think that’s going to happen.

And that’s really a shame.

Last night in a moment of relatively calm, Bubba tells me that he doesn’t want ANYTHING else for Christmas but a laptop.

Now, Chief’s rule for the kids is that they can’t have computers in their room until their 16. I have issue with that theory. Personally I think they’ll get into MORE trouble past 16 but then again, Bubba will sell himself for an orange soda and Spazz can’t read worth a lick and his spelling is worse. But.. that’s his rule so yknow.

Another thing is that Spazz also wants a laptop. The competition between these two well surpasses sibling rivalry and eventually Spazz is going to kill Bubba for something minor like eating the last pork chop. Bubba will probably deserve it though. There’s a lot of pent up anger is Spazz and he’s just a coiled spring that Bubba keeps fucking with.

Yet another issue is our finances. Because of the shop, we’re not going to be rolling in the benjamen’s this year. Well, we weren’t last year but at least Chief had some semblance of a paycheck then.

The biggest thing though is that Bubba is not mature enough to have one. I don’t trust him not to leave it around where someone can step on it or the dog can chew / piss on it. We go through this already with the PSP. He loses it or leaves it thrown around all the time.

We do plan to replace their shared computer. They broke it a few months ago and because the computer desk in the dining room is small and because each kid has a different primary hand I thought that getting a laptop would meet everyone’s criteria. The kids would have a computer and I wouldn’t have to look at an old 17″ moniter crammed onto the desk with no place on either side for a mouse.

Lest we forget that I know these kids better then they think so also in the plan was removing the battery and mounting it to the desk so they couldn’t lose it like they lost the cordless phone.

So I tell Bubba that I was going to be straight up with him.¬† At a few months shy of 14, he’s old enough to learn that you can’t always get what you want at Christmas. I tell him he’s not getting a laptop because I can’t in good conscience get one for him and not one for Spazz. May not be fair… may suck ass… but our job as parents was to make sure everyone has a good Christmas. And even if I did trust them enough to take care of it, we just didn’t have the money for two.

He started to hem and haw and do his Eyore thing :: Oh Pooh, I lost my tail :: so I told him that I had an idea. If his crack whore mother bought one for him, there really isn’t anything we could say about it.

Cheap shot, I know.. but I take them when I can get them.

He said that wasn’t going to happen because she doesn’t have any money.

I asked him what made him think we did? Yes our income is alot higher then hers but our bills are alot higher then hers too. She just has to worry about rent and a drug addiction, we have to worry about rent, utilities, gas, car stuff all the while supporting 3 kids, 2 dogs, 1 cat and a whole lot of fish.

He started going on and on about how all his friends are getting laptops :: which I doubt because all his friend’s families are in worse financial straights then we are :: and how that was all he wanted. I tell him it wasn’t about what he WANTED but what he GOT and that he’s blowing the whole concept of Christmas’ real meaning.

He didn’t care and didn’t care about Spazz.

I asked him how he would feel if we got Spazz a laptop and not him. He tried to lawyer around it but by this time I was tired of discussing the whole thing. Chief, with his impecable timing, happen to come out of the bedroom and flat out told him to forget about it.

End of conversation.

But I started thinking how easy it is for parent’s with kids who believe in Santa. Write a list. Sit on the old’s guys lap, leave some cookies and if they don’t get what they want well I guess the man in red is still holding the time you tossed a roll of toilet paper into the toilet against you.

Simple.