I have a confession. I am one of “those” mothers.
Now I don’t scream at the referees (most of the time).
But I do scream pretty loud when someone fouls my punk.
I really don’t handle that very well.
Actually, considering I’d like to walk onto the court and tell a kid where to and what for (and maybe give them a little shove)… I may handle it better than I thought I did.
Ol’ Blue Eyes never says a word.
Which is almost a little scary, cause you don’t know what he’s thinking.
Or if he’s just going to snap on somebody.
But I guess he does have that tiny issue of his voice.
So I guess you could say I yell enough for both of us.
Together, we got this thing covered.
One scary silent parent, and one crazy, screaming, wild eyed parent.
The other person whose got this thing covered is my punk.
I like to think we taught him well.