Short Stories

Lil League

"Cmon, Scott, he's just trying to light a little fire in the kids," Joe said with an elbow nudge to his blond husband next to him on the elementary's bleachers.
But Scott just frowned, "I'll light him on fire."
"Scott, what?"
"Haha what, Joe?"
"Scott, it's just your son's little league basketball team. The coach isn't being mean he's just trying to get the kids inspired. They've lost almost every game."
"He keeps calling them stupid!"
"No, no he called your constant babying encouragement stupid," Joe said with a roll of his eyes.
"No, you know what? That's it."
"Scott don't you da-"
Before Joe could finish his sentence, Scott was already standing up and tapping the coach's shoulder.
"Hi, yes, hello? I don't like your coaching style, I think you're being rude to the kids."
The coach raised an eyebrow, "Oh yea?"
"Yea."
"Then you coach," the former coach said as he shoved the clipboard in to Scott's hands and stormed off.
Scott looked at Joe with the most panicked expression and mouthed WHAT DO I DO?!
Joe, however, just face palmed. This was going to be a longggg game.