My first introduction to the unseemly sideline of youth sports happened at a U6 soccer game. The players were in kindergarten, an age when the goal flags at the end of the field hold as much appeal as the soccer ball and after-game snacks are the real highlight, especially if someone brings doughnuts. We laughed a lot when our kids scored in the wrong goal, shoved their hands down their shorts or stopped to watch a plane formation flying overhead. Then the boys played a team with a shouting dad. I shout too, but this dad took it to another level. “Run to the ball! Faster! Win that!” he yelled, an angry barrage that continued as his son ran down the field. “Dribble! Go Left! Man on! Shoot!”/Jill Barville, SR. More here.
Question: Have you ever encountered an out-of-control Sports Dad or Sports Mom?