Lots of Drama...Nothing to do with me!

We went to Emily's soccer game last night.  We were late 'cause Hubby said yes to an extra pizza delivery (his second job).  We still got there just as the game started because there was no referee.  I guess they had waited for him and then just decided that the coaches would ref. 

Anyhoo...Emily's coach is a jerk.  I think he has an anger problem.  He yells at the kids in a tone that I don't appreciate.  He can't handle his own spoiled little brat and takes it out on the other kids.  That being said...Hubby is a stereotypical soccer dad.  He continually forgets that these are 7 year olds that are playing for fun.  Hubby is the loudest parent at a game shouting orders to the kids.  The coach and Hubby have clashed many times.  Last night the coach yelled at Hubby from the field.  I then had to listen to Hubby muttering profanities to himself.  It was all very embarrassing.  

But...That was not all.  The she-ex was sitting near us.  apparently her butch of a sister was sitting at the other end of the field.  They have had some sort of falling out over their mother's ashes which resulted in the ashes being divided three ways between the two sisters and their step-dad.  The she-ex will not allow Emily to see her aunt.  She came over to warn us that her sister was at the park and started dishing out the dirt on her sis.  People are sitting on either side of us.  It would have been impossible for them not to hear everything that was going on.  After the she-ex left to go sit and finish watching the game, the butch came over to talk to us.  She told us to keep an eye on Emily.  She said that there was lots going on that we didn't know about and tried to trash the she-ex.  Hubby put a stop to it saying that it was not the place to discuss these things.  The butch left.   Of course the she-ex had to come back over to find out what her sister had said.

Just as we were leaving, the coach came over and warned Hubby to "watch it from the sidelines".  All this happened in the course of an hour.  Emily's team lost the game. 

All this drama and I was the only one not being attacked!  Yay!  It was a nice change.  If fact, everyone seemed to want me to align myself with their position.  I just sat there being quiet and neutral wondering how my hair looked and if I should have wore the red shorts.