A tough way to end the season

This week was the end of middle school football.  Neither Andrew nor myself are particularly sad about that.  Unfortunately, the season ended on a tough note.  For the last two weeks, they've only 15-16 players able to play.  Honestly, Andrew was against playing both a 7th grade game and an 8th grade game.  They just didn't feel is was safe for the few players they had to be playing so much.  However, the athletic director insisted, and this week was especially awful.  The other team ran the score up on the so badly that the Varsity coach of the other team actually came over and apologized to our coaches and stated he wasn't planning on them returning next year.  While my husband was talking to his team after the game, a parent came and basically threw a temper tantrum.  My husband was pretty irritated when he got home Wednesday evening, and learned yesterday that the wife of this guy was having a meeting with the principal yesterday.  We can only assume it is an attempt to make sure Andrew and the other coaches aren't rehired.  For this family, it is literally all about winning.  The child played quite a bit so they can't be complaining about playing time...they just are ridiculous about this.  It would be comical if it wasn't so sad.  It's sad for the young man who is their son, because he isn't learning how to handle things the right way, and he wasn't able to play football with his friends when he was younger because his father couldn't get along with anyone.  It's also sad for the coaches who have given so much of themselves, and taken so much away from their families.  Andrew was contemplating not returning next year, and this kind of encourages that.  He won't make a decision anytime soon, but I understand his feelings right now.  It was tough enough that the season ended with such a rough loss in a game that shouldn't even have been played, but to have a parent behave this way makes it so much worse.