Apparently there is a "I" in team

There's a reason I've enjoyed individual sports all my life and it's because you got no one to blame but yourself when you get your ass kicked.  But there are lessons to be learned on teams, and that's why we have the rodents playing so many.  They are destined to be individual sport kids, but forced to play team.
So it's CYO soccer team final game this last Saturday.  The boys worked their asses off all season, 2 practices a week, plus a game, and most of them played club soccer too so their game was stepped up.  In Milo's case, he practiced 4 days a week, and played 2 games a week.  Dedicating 12 + hours a week to this craft.  All this work, for what was to go down on Saturday, the CYO finals.  They were destined to be crowned the Best God Soccer team.
That is, till one person decided to bring Satan upon them.  One of the 4 key players parents decided it was time to teach their kid a lesson on Saturday.  They weren't gonna let them play in the finals because he didn't do a book report.  Hmmmm.  So...practice all year, play all year in hopes to make it to the finals, then teach your kid a lesson by not playing him?  Not only did your decision keep your kid off the field, but now you just made a decision for the two coaches, 16 other kids on the field and the parents that went to every practice and game.
So now, team loses to a team they should of beat, because one key kid wasn't there.  Hmmmm.  How about a fucking belt to the kids ass as a lesson Dad?  Dude just took my title as Worlds Worst Dad.  Now I'm SWWD.
I'm still bullshit about this, 3 days after the fact.  Fuck team sports.  Over it.  For now.

 Losers.  You can see the tears running down Milos face in this photo.