Soccer Sunday

It was Sunday in the middle of the day, around 3 pm and my nieces soccer team was battling it out for second place in the little league tournament. The wind started to pick up and families were cheering in the background.
The first family I observed was a husband and wife cheering on their son on the opposing team. It was clear that the son was the teams best player and every time he scored a goal (quite often) his mom would whip out a noise maker and start blowing. The parents were most likely in their early forties. The father had short, graying hair and the mom had enormous sunglasses that covered most of her face.
The second group of people was a mother and her son. The son was assisting in officiating the game and held a flag used to signal offsides and out-of-bounds. The son was most likely in high school and had short, dirty blonde hair. Every so often the mother would ask the son how much longer the game was going to last. He was unsure because he wasn't keeping the time. I could see that the mother wanted to go but passed the time by burying her face in her cell phone.
As a side note, there was an obese woman laying face down in the center of the soccer fields. Someone should have probably checked up on her.
Next, there was a boy that was playing with my nephew. The boy was about seven years of age and was kicking a ball around as he tried to spell Dawson. He kept saying, D-a-s-o-n.
Now there was a mother with two of her kids. One of the kids was around eight and was a boy, the other was a girl, maybe three. They were there routing for the daughter who was about eleven or twelve. She looked a lot older than most of the kids on the team. The mother ran to the ice cream truck because the kids were thirsty so she bought them two gatorades. One was blue and the other was clear. Once the little girl finished her drink, she immediately threw the bottle onto the center of the field among with a few other pieces of trash. The mother got angry with her and sent the son to retrieve the trash.
Throughout the whole game, the first group of people kept blowing on their noise maker and I got really annoyed, as did everyone else. It almost got to the point where I wanted to find a place to shove it.
As the game came to a close, the mother and her son were glad to leave. The first family continued to disturb everyone in the audience but they were proud of their son. The mother and her two children left all their trash on the floor, and everyone else told their kids "good job." As for the beached lady, I have no clue what happened to her.