The first time my son dropped an F bomb on me was on the LL field. We were playing one on one pitching to each other. We had modified rules. I had to bat right handed and swing at every pitch anywhere near the strike zone. He was allowed to be selective.
After he took me deep on three consecutive at bats I knocked him down. He got up, dusted himself off and said, “Geez, you’re one f’n competitive arsehole.”: