Little League season here again!

Hello fellow bloggers - here is my my first post and introduction for this blog that will chronicle the further melodrama that is my life in from of McCabe-Waters Little League in Bristol Connecticut. For those of you who have found this site hoping to find information about the little league, my apologies - this is probably not the place you were looking for. While you're here, however I hope my message of solidarity rings through with vigor: Please do not park in front of my house. There is a no parking sign, is a traffic hazard and keeps my neighbor from getting in or out of her driveway.

If you have never lived in front of a Little League, you are in for a treat-de-force of dromedy - while I remain convinced there are good and normal families and people involved in Little League organizations across this great nation, I have yet to meet any of these in the characters who have tried to park by MY house.

If you happen to pass by during a weekend game you might catch me working in my garage or by my house - if I'm in a good mood, I might warn you that you're in a no-parking zone. If i've already reached the boiling point, I might just tele-market the cops - either way, if you are a jerk about it, I guarantee your car and possibly your photo will end up here for the world to see what a real a-hole looks like.

My advice? If you're coming to a little league game, come early. Otherwise, Park at Rockwell and take a walk - it's no farther than your average spot at the Bristol Wal-Mart.