Posted by RW on 8/2/2003, 6:10 am
Message modified by board administrator 8/4/2003, 6:38 am

My wife got in a catfight at one of my son's T-ball (baseball) games. I was helping coach third base and my son was coming up to bat in a close game. There is a small hill running along the third base line that a lot of parents sit along. The league tries to get the parents of each team to sit behind the team's bench, to reduce the potential for problems. However, there's no way to enforce that, and we often had parents from both teams sitting around each other on the hill. The great majority of the parents just cheer for the positive things that their kids do, but there are occasionally rednecks who take it WAY too seriously. That night, there was a blond girl sitting on the hill yelling for her son. He was on the other team. That was fine, but as it got later in the game and the lead changed hands, she started yelling at our little boys. I decided to just ignore it. The other parents from both teams gave her the "stink eye", but it had no effect. My boy came up to bat, and she started yelling to the outfielders to come in because he couldn't hit. I ignored it and yelled encouragement to my son. The next thing I heard was a loud SLAP. My wife had walked over and slapped the redneck girl across the face! I was shocked. We''ve been married 15 years, and she's never had even a cross word with another woman. I would guess the redneck girl's age at about 25. She was slim, with a pair of hooters that had to be silicone. The were too big and firm to be real - probably a 38 bust with a D cup. Probably also a professional dancer (NOT ballerina!). My wife was 34 at the time. She's a little short at 5"3", but she makes up for that in physique. My wife has a tight body and nice full 36 bust. I love 'em. When my wife slapped the loudmouth, everything stopped. The girl was in a lawn chair. The left side of her face was red from the slap, and she briefly touched it with her hand. At first, she didn't move, and I figured that was it. My wife turned to go, and the girl reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling my wife down on top or her. For a second, my wife stood over the girl, one hand on the back of the chair and one hand trying to get the girl's hand out of her hair. I couldn't see the girl's other hand. It appeared to be grabbing my wife's shirt. The next thing, the chair flipped over and both girls fell to the ground. The redneck girl was on her back on the ground and my wife was on top. The girl wrapped her legs around my wife's waist and grabbed my wife by the hair. My wife yelled and grabbed the other girl's hair. For a minute or so, they wrestled around with their hands in the other's hair, yelling. Suddenly they started rolling down the hill. They rolled over each other probably four times, ending up on the third base line. By sheer luck, my wife ended up on top. She grabbed the girl's shoulders and shimmied up her front to sit on her. I hoped she was going to sit on her tits, but she just sat up on her stomach. The girl had her hands around my wife's waist, trying to throw her off. My wife leaned down low over her to keep her from getting any leverage. The girl changed tactics and grabbed my wife's shirt at the chest. My wife was wearing an XXL team shirt with "Tigers" in white letters. That gave the girl plenty of fabric to grab and she got two good handfuls. My wife grabbed her hair with her left hand and raised her right hand to slap the girl again. From behind my wife, I could see the girl let go of the shirt and grab a better handful, tightening the shirt. My wife screamed and her head jerked to the side. I wasn't sure what the girl was doing, but it hurt. My wife forgot about slapping the girl and grabbed her wrists. The girl was twisting the shirt, apparently trying to roll my wife off. My wife grabbed her wrists and dug her fingernails in, slamming them down on the ground beside her head. My wife then spit in her face. The girl spat back. For a second they just glared at each other, their faces just an inch apart.