This past Saturday, I had the opportunity to take my son Grumpy to his basketball game.
I was looking forward to enjoying myself while watching cute kids dribble and shoot. I picked a seat in the bleachers and with a big "go get 'em" smile on my face, stuck my thumbs up to let my son know that I was there to cheer him on.
An hour later, I sighed with relief when I felt the cool breeze on my face as Grumpy and I left the school building.
That was one of the longest hours of my life!
I did enjoy watching cute kids dribble and shoot. I did enjoy watching my son dribble and pass and block. It was great! The problem was the parents sitting behind me.....yelling in my ear.
Don't get me wrong. I encourage all parents to cheer for their kids. But this is what I heard.....for an hour......
"Get the ball, Taylor!", "Shoot the ball, Taylor!" "Steal it from him, Taylor!", "Get the rebound, Taylor!", "Good job, Taylor!", "Steal it from him, Taylor!", "Go all the way to the basket, Taylor!", "Get the rebound, Taylor!", and so on.
I wanted to reclaim my childhood by putting my hands over my ears and yelling, "Just shut up!"
It was painful.
I told Grumpy as we pulled out of the parking lot that if I ever hear the name "Taylor" again, it will be too soon.
I was looking forward to enjoying myself while watching cute kids dribble and shoot. I picked a seat in the bleachers and with a big "go get 'em" smile on my face, stuck my thumbs up to let my son know that I was there to cheer him on.
An hour later, I sighed with relief when I felt the cool breeze on my face as Grumpy and I left the school building.
That was one of the longest hours of my life!
I did enjoy watching cute kids dribble and shoot. I did enjoy watching my son dribble and pass and block. It was great! The problem was the parents sitting behind me.....yelling in my ear.
Don't get me wrong. I encourage all parents to cheer for their kids. But this is what I heard.....for an hour......
"Get the ball, Taylor!", "Shoot the ball, Taylor!" "Steal it from him, Taylor!", "Get the rebound, Taylor!", "Good job, Taylor!", "Steal it from him, Taylor!", "Go all the way to the basket, Taylor!", "Get the rebound, Taylor!", and so on.
I wanted to reclaim my childhood by putting my hands over my ears and yelling, "Just shut up!"
It was painful.
I told Grumpy as we pulled out of the parking lot that if I ever hear the name "Taylor" again, it will be too soon.
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