Parents

Watching middle school football isn’t exactly the most interesting thing to watch but my baby brother expects me to be at all of his games. It was on Saturday morning at around 9:15 when we got to the football field. My brother is by far the smallest one on the team so it’s easy to point him out. He’s there on the side lines looking out in the crowd to make sure my mom and I are there. We’re sitting in the middle of the bleachers waiting for my brother to get some playing time, which he gets in the second quarter.

I must say this game was rather interesting for being middle school football. It’s tied 8-8 and both sides of the crowd are obnoxious and cheerful. It was then I noticed how many different types of parents there were at this game. Each parent gave a different reaction whenever their team did something. It was crazy to see how different all of these parents were.

On the left there was this one big guy who was a dad (I’m assuming) of a kid on the other team. He was on his feet in the bleachers the entire game screaming at the top of his lungs. No one seemed to be happy to be around him while he was yelling. He never really had anything positive to say either. I guess that’s just how some parents decide to motivate their kids.

Sitting in front of my mother and I was a lady who was so cute and positive. She was cheering for a boy on our team. She wasn’t even really all that loud but she never had anything negative to say. She just seemed to be enjoying that whoever she was cheering for was playing. I don’t know whether she was a parent or not but her approach at cheering for this kid was much more positive than the other guys.

To the lower left of me was an older mad, someone’s grandfather I’m assuming. He was one of those old guys who I’m sure never played anything in high school but swears he knows everything about sports. He kept yelling at this one kid trying to tell him and to tell other players what to do. He was like some wanna be coach which was so annoying to be around.

I did notice that at the end of the game all of these different types of parents or relatives all had different types of coaching/parenting skills but they all hugged their kids and just talked with them after their game. They weren’t yelling like they had been in the stands they were just here to comfort or congratulate the kid they were there for.