Friday, February 17, 2012

You Say Obnoxious, I Say Tomato!

How does one go about being an obnoxious baseball mom
when family comes over to watch her son
pitch on TV (via mainstream computer)?

Numero uno....tell them to shush when they try
and talk while the announcer is saying something about the pitcher...
her son, the pitcher.

Stand up (during commercial break)
 and chant the old cheer (back from his game days in 3rd grade,)
A-W-E
SOME,
Awesome, Awesome,
Awesome are We...
"We" being the key word here,
because she includes herself in the
accolades of his success on the mound.

Realize that she is  no doubt being 
obnoxious but obviously not 
 enough to try and stop being obnoxious.

Waiting idly for the phone call sometime after the game - 
there's always a phone call sometime that day or night 
after the game,
where he says he did alright or could have done better and she
doesn't know who in the heck put that hare-brained idea in his head,
but rest assured, she will find out,
and it will not be a pretty conversation.

This is just what I've heard about obnoxious mom's of 
awesome baseball pitchers....
personally I think a person ought to have a little respect and 
show some humility and grace and
just enjoy watching her son play baseball -
because he loves it so and 
has worked his whole life for these moments,
and would be embarrassed if he knew his mom
was back home making a stinking fool of herself 
in front of the television.

That's what I think.
But don't mention it to him, OK?
He wouldn't enjoy that story.
Seriously.
He'd be embarrassed.
Really.
Promise?






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