To quote my good friend Killired, “shut the @#$% up!!”

Junior’s baseball team had a really tough game last night and to make a long story short, they lost and they’re out of the tournament. But that’s not what this post is about.

I’ve had it with the parents. The @#$% parents. Not all of them. Just some of them. The @#$% parents. I’ve had it with the @#$% parents. And one @#$% parent in particular.

The other team — let’s call them the “opponents” — they got off to a hot start and a couple of the parents started getting nervous.

“Where’s your spirit?” said the @#$%-est of them all. “I’m not going to cheer by myself,” she said… or something like that. I hope that meant that she was going to stop with the insanity. I thought that she might stop waving the pom-poms and baloons while the opponent-pitcher was winding up and even delivering the pitch. Oh yes, it was so obvious she was trying to distract him.

And it wasn’t as if we weren’t cheering. It’s just that we weren’t screaming at the top of our lungs, It’s just that we weren’t pounding giant noisemakers together. It’s just that we weren’t making total asses of ourselves.

She totally @#$% was.

Most of these kids have been playing organized ball for eight years. This team has been together for the past four. They’ve been practicing and practicing and working really hard at honing their skills. How selfish to diminish their achievements by acting as if the game was taking place off of the field!

When the game was over, the opponent-fans headed for the parking lot and most of them called over to our guys: “hold your heads high” and “you’ve got a great team” — which was appreciated by our side.

And then there was the one opponent-parent saying what the rest of us wished we could say: “tell your fans to shut up.”

I couldn’t agree more.