I was sitting on the bleachers at yesterday's varsity track meet, waiting for it to start, when I hear one of the boys from the team sitting next to me say, "Dominic, what's your problem? You got something to say to me?"
Apparently Dominic did. He squared up and then there were these two full-grown man-children punching each other five feet from me.
Their coach apparently wasn't there, nor any other responsible adult. I briefly considered breaking it up myself before deciding that would be a bad idea, both because of their size relative to mine, and because I didn't know them. More importantly, they didn't know me.
I will get in between my sons when they fight, but they won't hit me. Who knows if those boys would have.
After just a minute their friends pulled them apart. It was lucky for them that neither one of them fell down the bleachers or got hurt in any other way. They were immediately ejected from the premises. I assume their parents were called to come pick them up. What a fun phone call to get as a parent, especially because they were from a school an hour away.
I always hear some interesting names at track meets. At this one, there was a boy named Dino, a name I don't think I've ever heard in real life. There was also a girl whose name, as far as I could tell, was Aoili. I'm sure it's spelled differently, but it was pronounced exactly like the garlic sauce. And I know it was pronounced that way because it was her teammates yelling it as she ran.
Once on the results from a previous track meet, there was a boy whose first name was listed as "Rage." Perhaps it's pronounced differently or it was a typo, but it was startling.
I guess that's all I got today. Happy Tuesday.
6 comments:
Visit New Jersey-- lots of Dinos. Not kidding.
Mikey
Well, yeah, because there's lots of Italians there. Hardly any Italians here.That's why I was thrown for a loop with this kid. He definitely looked Spanish, but who knows. Maybe his great-grandparents came from Sicily or something.
A's grandmother used to be amused by some of the names she heard in the West Indies--Placenta was a particular favorite! For many years, one of my favorite opera singers was Placido Domingo. Placido is a name to aspire to-- MIL
I bus-drivered our kids to a music contest at a school in the next county (this is really not so far for us, like 45 miles from my house and 30 from our school) and I found myself burning time reading their locker labels. This year's best quirky name is Xzavier. Now, yes, that is how it is pronounced, but c'mon, there's a real way to spell that, sigh. — Karen.
At least the sky was beautiful while you waited for your son's race/throw. We have an Ivan on my son's team- I find that name fun and unusual in the sea of Bradens, Aidens, Jadens that trend around here.
I know a Dino (pronounced “Dee-no”) who is Mexican- I always assumed it was a Spanish name.
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