Young Ladrinka has been playing in Little League for kazillionth year in a row (I’m rounding up) this spring which has given me an opportunity to think about the other parents and me in a useful Me vs. Them fashion.
I’m just not a yeller (which I hope will be useful when I am old). I’m afraid of cheering something ridiculous, of making a spectacle of myself, of standing out. I sort of admire the parents who give it their vocal all. Who cheer as though no one is sitting next to them writing down their utterances as blog post.
But maybe I’m being too hard on myself. I have team spirit and so what if I express it differently. I bet if I were to list all the things that have been yelled out at this weekend’s games (that’s right, that’s plural), you wouldn’t be able to tell which cheers were mine! Right?
Let’s give it a try!
“Own that mound!”
“Look alive in the outfield!”
“Why the hell isn’t there a Starbucks closer to this field?!”
“Choke up more!”
“One pitch at a time! ONE PITCH AT A TIME!”
“Hey, what’s with this Venus de Milo pitcher?”
“Hold them on the field! No runs!”
“Make him work for it!”
“Shake it off, OMG is your piano pinky?!”
“Stay confident! You can do it!”
“Awesome play! Hurry up, we need to get home, you have tons of homework to finish!”
“Thatta boy! Run!”
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- Mad Women - 2011