Shaken, not stirred
I am disappointed in Beth’s school. A week ago we were filling out a permission slip for Beth to go on a field trip. A trip to Ruth Eckerd Hall is routine around these parts, so I thought nothing of it. However, when I signed the slip waiving any potential claims of liability against the school I had no idea Beth was going to be exposed to the Damn Yankees. No, I’m not talking about the theatrical production… I’m speaking in a literal sense. You see the kids were given a goody bag… in the shape and form of an Adidas branded, New York Stinking Yankees warm up bag. Adding insult to injury, the bag was filled with Yankee doo-dads and whatnots. Naturally, I was appalled.
Do you have any idea what kind of harm can come to a child’s impressionable mind, painting the Yankee’s in a favorable light… at this age? Think of us poor, unsuspecting parents… as far as we know our children are out having a harmless education experience… right up until they come back Yankee fans. As far as I’m concerned, such an egregious act of treachery is tantamount to contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
I was almost upset enough to write a letter to the school board, but cooler heads prevailed. Instead, my wife and I had a sit down with Beth to explain the Yankees to her, to let her know that it’s O.K. sometimes to just say “no.”