So people think dance moms are bad?
Whew....they haven't seen anything until they have met hockey dads.
And I, as a hockey mom/coache's wife, must always remain diplomatic. Which, if you know me, is not easy.
Things got ugly. I don't know why. Words were said. (Between parents and coaches....).
I don't know. We woke up one day, and I was informed that our time with that team had ended and that Dylan was now a Southtown Star! Go Stars!
Whatever. Dylan seems happy. Many of his friends are coming with him, and his dad gets to stay his coach.
Drama, drama, drama.
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