Saturday, October 05, 2013

When playing ball with girls

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When playing ball with girls



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7 comments:

iri said...

Poor little thing. It didn't help that the film was speeded up to make it look like Daddy bonked her on purpose. Maybe she'll go back to the kitchen and hang out with Mom. Yeah, right.

DougM said...

Never piss-off your daughter.
They have long memories, and they'll be in a position to spit in your soup and date losers just to spite you.

Anonymous said...

Kinda' reminds me of 63-0 !

Anonymous said...

I am SO glad I have only sons.

Anonymous said...

Ha. Mine would have picked it up and did her best to spike me in the head with the ball. Now she is in high school, and a black belt in Shotokan karate and Aikido. She told me she prefers Aikido, because it leaves her with plausible deniability. ( e.g. "He fell and broke his leg...4 times" )

She can also shoot.

Sadly though, she can't cook worth a damn. I suppose that's what you get with more time at the range than in the kitchen.

David said...

I have spent over 10 years coaching young girls volleyball. Once the younger girls get used to the idea of using their body as athletic equipment or weapons(ie getting hit with a ball or hitting the ball with their body) I find that they often become as tough and determined as any guy I have ever dealt with.

During my daughter's freshman PE class the basketball coach divided the class onto two courts - one girls and one all guys and told the guys to start a game while he showed the girls how to shoot a basketball. My daughter and two classmates took exception to this and demanded to play on the boys courts. The coach warned them that it could get pretty rough out there. One of her friends patted him on the arm and said "don't worry coach we won't hurt your little boys."

She lied - by the time the class ended four different injured boys were complaining that they didn't want to play with those girls anymore. And it wasn't because the guys were taking it easy on the girls - my daughter came home that day with a black eye, bruises on her ribs and arms and a huge grin on her face as she claimed "You should see the other guy..."

LargeBill said...

I suppose it is a good thing you weren't teaching her horse shoes.

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