I got quite a laugh reading another thread about how many parents congratulate themselves on moving away from THOSE parents; I recall that parents were told to move to left or right field because they couldn't behave. I remember mostly because they would come and keep me company
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Seriously, part of it, I am sure, is simply that you want your kid to do the best (s)he can do (you want him or her to be the player that you see with a parent's eyes).
I think seeing a couple of moms mix it up at a 13U tourney about which little ballplayer was destined for greatness gave me pause (incidentally, has anyone else noticed that the coach's son often ends up a second baseman on sub 14u teams?). Right there in the parking lot of the hotel the team was staying at; before or since, I haven't seen anything quite like it. The funniest (saddest) part was one of the dads actually had a stats program on his PDA (remember those?) and he was extrapolating career stats. Sheeesh.
Anyway, as time went on, I became one of the old guard in our area. I don't presume to tell anyone how they can or can't cheer, but I recognize (yes, both ways) good plays and cheer them, don't cheer when a team makes an error and basically, if I can't say something nice, I keep a lid on it. Until recently (youngest just finished this year), I would even BS with the umps between innings (that is, if they were amenable).
I consider myself fortunate that my oldest son still loves the game as much as he does; he tells me he still gets a kick out of putting the uniform on every day. As a junior in college; he has been playing just about every spring, summer and fall for 15 years. More recently, he has gotten some attention that may carry him over to doing this as a job, but the hard fact is that a lot has to go right for him to move on. Still he wants to take his shot. And he loves it; which makes me glad he could look past my sometimes ill considered behavior and see, instead, the beauty of the game. Like I said, I consider myself very fortunate.