Stop complaining and do it
Last year my dad and (on a much smaller scale) I coached the bakers cricket teams at school. Bakers cricket is basically the Grade R to Grade 2 kids. We realized very quickly that parents love standing next to the field and watch you do the work.
We felt real bad when we couldn’t help out with the cricket this year due to the tax forms being sent out so late this year and us still being busy with tax returns. One of the ladies that helped out last year took all the responsibility on herself this year. She broke her ankle a couple of weeks ago but still she took it all on herself, with only some help from one or two other parents.
Today the kids played in two teams and she stayed with the younger kids. I ‘kinda’ by default followed the bigger kids because I was taking photos of Quintus.
Since none of the other parents were anywhere near the game, I got involved and helped out where I could.
My dad came around to give Quintus some support just about when our team started doing field work. My dad and I decided on a way to set up the fielding to let everyone get a chance to bowl and do wicket keeping without being left out.
As I walked off the field one of the dad’s walked up to me :
Him: Why did you do put the fielders out the way you did?
Me: I don’t know much about cricket, so I just followed the other coach and this way all the kids get to play in all the positions.
Him: Well our best fielders are all on the wrong side of the batters.
Me: Like I say. It won’t stay that way. The kids rotate so within the first couple of overs, these kids will be on that side.
Him: Well, I would have done it completely differently.
I just nearly lost it. I told him to stop sitting on his ass next to the field and complain if something is not the way he wants it to be. He must either get up and coach these kids as they clearly need some coaches, or he must shut the fuck up.
And I haven’t even sworn in such a long time. It was worth breaking my swear silence on him though. Fuckwit.