ARE YOU A GOOD WITCH OR A BAD WITCH?

Last night, I got home from work, changed clothes and headed to the dusty baseball diamond for JV’s playoff game. Now, I’ve bragged before that I’m a proud soccer mamagirl…but the reality is I’m a well rounded sports mamagirl. JV excels and has an interest in so many sports. His entire being revolves around playing sports, watching sports, talking about sports, doing research on sports, understanding every rule and more. From the time he was 4 years old, I knew that I had a little sports addict on my hands. Most toddlers wake up before 6am and flip on some cartoon or kids show. At age 4, JV would quietly wake himself up, go downstairs, snuggle into an easy chair in front of the TV and watch ESPN for hours. He would also sit with Jackis all afternoon long and watch entire golf tournaments. I mean, that’s like watching paint dry, isn’t it? When he was older and as soon as he was reading, I told him there was no excuse that he shouldn’t be an A student because he clearly had the discipline and capacity to learn and memorize every baseball or football players’ stats on the hundreds of cards that he has collected along the years. Surely, he could apply that skill towards academics.

Being a sports mamagirl, you often see behavior on the field or in the game that makes you cringe. I saw some ugly behavior at the baseball game last night that made me want to click my ruby sling backs together and say “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, I WANNA GO HOME”. A player from the opposing team, Flying Monkey, was called out on second base. Evidently, he didn’t agree with the call and as he stomped back to the dugout, he proceeded to throw a temper tantrum, throw his helmet and cuss out the umpire. Now, we have a bad-ass umpire that officiates in the 9 year old travel baseball team. His name is Rock. Enough said. You don’t fuck with Rock. Rock immediately made the call to throw Flying Monkey out for the rest of the game – it was, after all, the right thing to do. Flying Monkey began to run away from the field, screaming, crying, cursing and making a total scene. That’s when Flying Monkey’s Wicked MamaWitch of the West flew in on her broomstick. She started to defend Flying Monkey and directed slurs towards Rock “You don’t know what you’re talking about”, “You need to get your eyes checked”, “What kind of ump throws a 9 year old kid out of the game”, and “You’ve got a problem, Buddy”. When you witness a parent engage in this type of behavior, it becomes obvious from where their offspring flying monkeys of the world learn it. She rose up from her seat and started to follow and find where Flying Monkey had run off to. As she passed JV’s team dug out, she started to direct her anger towards the kids, “You’re lucky Flying Monkey got thrown out of the game because if he were still in, he would kick your Lollipop Kid asses”, “We’re going to beat your team anyway, you loser Munchkins”, and “I hope we spank you all the way to Oz”. WHO DOES THAT??? I wanted to throw a bucket of water on Wicked MamaWitch of the West and watch her melt to the ground.

Now, unfortunately…we did lose the game. I knew that JV, my Cowardly Lion, was going to be crushed. He is not a bad sport in that sense where one throws a temper tantrum or has a bad attitude. But he does need to learn how to lose and not take it so personally. He internalizes deep disappointment in himself and I knew that I had to quickly get him off the field as I watched him struggle to hold back tears that were welling up in his eyes. I ran to his side and quickly started to escort him off the field. I did not want his peers – either the other Flying Monkeys or the Munchkins – to see him cry. We almost escaped the field until one of the Flying Monkeys saw the tears start to flow and he turned to another Flying Monkey and said “Hey look, Cowardly Lion is crying..He’s a…” and that’s where I cut him off. I suppose I am no better than the Wicked MamaWitch of the West, and although I heard my mouth say “Congratulations on the win, guys”, my eyes and my smile said “Don’t fuck with Cowardly Lion. If you do, I will fuck you back harder”.
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