Soccer Fans

Soccer Parents in my Home Town..An interesting group to say the least..   Note, I am one of these creatures. 

First let it be known I do not like sports as a general rule. Well, unless you are going to count shopping online or in human form at a plaza, or if you count coupon clipping or if by chance my work outs and running because I refuse to eat healthy count as sports, I am not a fan.   This is due mostly because of “FANS”. 

I sit in the bleachers thinking in my head about chores, social activities, how my beloved is playing a video game while my butt is falling asleep & the bones are being pierced by aluminum, wondering is it really this hot out or is my blood pressure elevated?  I am not going to utter these thoughts while at the game.  I am going to cheer and smile and clap.  

Why, well because I am a fan of MY KID and MY KIDS TEAM..  ALL of my kid’s team!  I mean all of them, including the ones who dance with the ball, the ones who go way outside the ideal goal keeper areas, the one who can’t seem to focus, the one who is too slow and must surely eat poorly, the one who is fat, the one who is definitely better than the others and has ambition, the one who is only out there because the coach and her family go to the same church, the one who is only on the team because of pity. 

Yup, you guessed it—the reason I hate sports is sitting directly beside me.  All of these remarks where uttered at an extreme volume by some non-supportive parents.  I would have moved but it was like a territory thing, The Clan had sat there 1^st.  (My family is referred to as a The Clan because we do everything as a group)

These horrid people are why I don’t like sport events.  I did not pay to listen to you BITCH and MOAN!! I paid to support my kid and her school and her team.  I want to scream to zip it up, coach your own team, ask questions like, why are you so miserable, is there an issue at home, do you hate our school, and do you need higher authority to guild you in life??? But, I don’t.  My daughter will die of embarrassment, and my mother raised me better...Or so the voices in my head are saying.

It got awful, and I finally I took a stand.  My head was pounding from the blood surging in my veins.  I had rubbed a hole in my frayed jeans because I wanted to choke a human, simply to make that mouth stop.  I could not believe these people, one mother in particular, where calling themselves fans.  You cannot tell me that many negative comments are meant to support your team!!!! There is no way this negative attitude is a reflection of I LOVE SOCCER! GO TEAM!  SOCCER MOMS UNITE! So I stand up, shout for the girls to Go Team, we love you! Positive love & reinforcement from your Supporters!!!  

Ahh, I made my point.  The worst offender weakly apologizes and states she was rude and is sorry.. Yea, she is Sorry…I shake my head and say so..  Now I have an answer I can say with conviction when people exclaim, What, you Hate sports?!  I will say yes, because of “FANS”, especially the SORRY ones.