I used to think baseball was boring.
But, tonight, watching my son in a playoffs game that could’ve ended his season, I was that crazy lady in the stands.
That loud mom.
That nutty sport parent.
And, apparently, according to my husband, my display of vocal antics made him hard of hearing.
I don’t know what came over me tonight, but I get that way at my daughter's soccer games too, even though she plays in a rec league, and if my other daughter is ever performing on stage, that’s how I present too.
There’s just something about a mama bear watching her cub
or midfield headed right for the goal
that makes your heart yearn for them to reap the reward of all their hard work and effort, and, dang it, whether they
hit a home run,
land their mark,
or score a goal,
it don’t fudgin’ matter, but they can bet their biscuits su madre gonna be cheering them the hell on —
FOR ALL OF LIFE.