We are so fortunate to have a new figure skating team training at our rink. This team owes its formation, in gianormous part, to a classic Momzilla. But wait...this is not what you think. It is most definitely better.
Half of this team is represented by one member of a former skating team, that also trained on our ice until, well, just about three weeks ago. At that questionably auspicious time, the Momzilla of the team's other half veritably lashed out at her Little Champion's skating partner. Momzilla, in a spectacular self-implosion, destroyed the team and her child's chance of achieving eventual frozen glory. Perhaps more importantly, she eliminated her own Momzilla role, by driving her child (in a virtual Howitzer tank) out of the sport.
I must admit, I do feel a touch sorry for her. There is little sadder in the world than a Momzilla who works herself right out of the Momzilla job. Okay, maybe starving children in Africa and the end of the Harry Potter series were sadder, but you get my point.
The result? A newly-formed team that already looks better than the old team ever did, even after months of hard work.
And the best part? This team has much better music. Everybody wins.