Last night Blue played his last basketball game of the season.  They lost by about ten points.  The other team’s coach screamed the entire time.  Running up and down the court, waving his arms, pointing, kicking and stomping.  Sort of a joke really, if you ask me.  But his team won.  Kristin and I sat in the bleachers with a couple other parents from our team surrounded by parents from the other team as they screamed and yelled at how bad the ref was doing, how bad their team was doing (though they were up by ten points) and all sorts of other things.  I’m pretty sure my jaw was dropped in dis-belief the entire game.

Maybe this is kids sports.  Maybe it’s kids sports in the South.  Maybe it’s just that team.  Either way, I know that if any of our kids ever end up on a team with that type of coach and those types of parents, we’ll take the season off and go camping.

Anyone run into these parents?  I wonder, it’s almost cliche’ to make fun of these parents. How is it that they still exist?