So I have one:
The ground ball to the pitcher "HUSTLE!" mom. She screams it as if the flat footed doughboy has any chance.
Ok, sometimes this is me. It's the supportive Mom coming out in me, even if it isn't my kid. I can be tough and hard on the kids, but I also have my soft side. I want each kid to take something away from the game that helps them later in life. If hustling on a slow roller teaches them to never give up on something, then I am all for it. So, I'm guilty of this one.