Tuesday, October 23, 2007

I've become one of those parents...

Last night, courtside at my kid's basketball game, the following phrase actually came out of my mouth -

"Hey, Ref, if #12 is going to be grabbing like that all game, at least make him buy my kid dinner first!"

and after the game, as my child is holding a bag of ice to his swelling eye (the grabby kid is also a budding pugilist, apparently), he and I walked by one of the refs and I loudly consoled my offspring telling him that I didn't understand why the refs were only calling every third time he got pushed to the ground.

Some of the moms got pretty cutthroat as the game wore on and our munchkins were getting pummeled by a team of hardened ex-cons masquerading as 3rd graders, I heard calls of "Trip him, Angel!" and "I don't care who you're supposed to be guarding, Jesus, take the ball away from him!" Who needs roller derby when you've got team moms?

I can't imagine the kind of masochist you'd have to be to voluntarily don one of those striped shirt and referee basketball games for a bunch of 8-year-olds and their mouthy moms (the dads tend to be either absent or fairly quiet).

Labels: adventures in shitty parenting