The Riddler spends an inordinate amount of time coaching his kid’s sports team while he’s at work. I’d estimate that the ratio of time spent on sport and work is likely 1:1. We are constantly finding game summaries and parent emails in the printer, play diagrams in the fax machine and emails in our shitty contact management software(TM). The HPDEB and I found this amusing for awhile, and then the behaviour joined the list of things that are slowly driving us insane.

Anyhoo. This morning, the Rid decided to kick off the day by crowing about his team’s victory in a weekend tournament. His pronouncement came just at the end of a very thorough bitch session, and couldn’t have been better timed for smiting with the sledgehammer of silence to end all sledgehammer of silences.

He retreated with slumped shoulders and I felt bad until the status meeting, when it became very clear that continued beatings are the only way to keep his behaviour in check.