Profanity in the extreme
 

Yesterday I had a grounds crew guy come onto the field with 3 yr old(approx) holding his hand.
When he came onto the field the 1B coach held him up but he was yelling with every other word being the F-Bomb.
I told him loudly to get off the field and to watch his language around the kids.
He told me it was his kid and he could say whatever the F*** he wanted to. The kid then said to me " yeah, and what the F*** was that call".
Dad then looked at the kid and said "Where the F*** did you learn that kind of language?"

If the situation wasn't so sad I would have called Jerry Springer right there.

The best part was there was an All-Star girl's team watching the game and sitting there to witness the whole thing.

This is a joke, right????

I wish it was.

My hand to God this is word for word the exchange.
The 1B coach made it a point to apologize every half inning after that when I went to get water (101 degree heat).

I don't know 'bout that... A friend of mine still remembers the first time he ever heard his son swear. He was barely 2 years old, and father was helping son take a shower. Father hands the soap to son and says, "okay, now... wash your privates." Son lathers up, then gets a look of absolute panic across his face. Father, worried, asks the son, "what? what?"

"G** D*** it! My f***ing p*n*s hurts!"

True story. He says he was amazed at his son's ability to string the profanity together perfectly, but he still had a talk with his wife (from Jersey). ;)

wife (from Jersey).

Of course she was from NJ, a good southern girl would never cuss (where anyone could hear her).:D

Not until she got some moonshine in her!

Oh wait, Southern Baptists don't drink...

Years ago, my daughter showed me that I needed to watch what I said. She was 3 or 4, still sitting in a car seat. As I drove down the road, somebody cut me off. Before I could pound the steering wheel or say anything, this little voice from the back said "Daddy, is that an a$$hole?"

Well, was it?

Yeah, right. Like the young ladies don't curse where you can hear them, Southern Baptists don't drink....where you can see them.;)

One night, I went out to a bar with a few friends outside the softball realm. I bumped into one of the coaches of the local co-ed teams that night as she was holding a brew in her hand.

I couldn't believe how embarrassed and self-conscious she got over the whole thing, especially considering I'm originally from Milwaukee (Brew City).

Anyway, the OP sounds totally plausible. Sounds like something written in a sitcom, but totally plausible nonetheless! I believe the OP. :)

Oh yeah, she was. But she was a pretty a$$hole.:D

Man, you got dissed by a 3 y/o.

LOL! That there is funny. :D

Here we go again.

I guess you could say that depending on what you consider "brew."

Wade:

It was my partner's call. Mine was about 3 plays later and the 3 year old was nowhere to be found, I think it was nap time, the cussing took a lot out of him.:cool:

Oh yeah, A good F bomb festival always takes it out of a preschooler.

I can vouch for that! I went to public school. :D

And that has what to do with it? From someone who did both, Catholic and public school, there is little difference in vocabularies. ;)

sometimes its worse in catholic school:D

True. In my Catholic high school, I saw a student cuss out a nun. A nun! :eek:

But this woman had no fear in her. She told him to sit down and shut up, or she'd kick his teeth in! :D

Go, Sister!

That's something I've always wondered about? Where are all the lawsuits against the nuns?

Anyone who attended a Catholic school with nuns is quite aware how traumatized one could get just dealing with them.

I'm surprised there are no lawsuits by the folks who suffered life-long fears including flying chalk, flying erasers and yardsticks! :D

Good question. I'll ask my left-handed father. ;)

One of the humorous highlights of my life was being stuck in the back seat of the family station wagon on some ungodly vacation trip. I was 14, my sister 12, and my oldest half-brother was four. My baby half-brother was in the front seat with my mom (and somehow survived).

We were doing something, don't remember what -- maybe the license plate game. Anyway, my half-brother got annoying loud. My mother turned around and told him to be quiet or she was gonna stop this car...

She turned back around and my little four-year-old brother shot my mother the most perfect, fingers in the exact right place, full bird salute.:eek: :eek: :eek:

Of course a couple minutes later my mom threatened to stop the car again if my sister and I didn't stop laughing and tell her what was so damn funny.

Lawsuits? If I ever came home and told my Father that the Nun hit me.....He'd beat the crap out of me! I learned the hard way to keep my mouth shut!