One particular game, the other team wasn't playing very nice and were tossing our kids to the ground. It's flag football so that isn't allowed and the dumb refs weren't even calling it. After a kid got tackled right at the ref's feet, I felt that low growl of a mama bear rising from within. Next thing I know, I've ordered AK to hold my earrings and I'm storming out on the field.
Before I really can even register what is happening, I'm out on the field wagging my finger in the ref's face and telling him how to do his job. It was almost like an out of body experience and suddenly I realize... "Oh no.. I'm one of those crazy parents!"
Pretty soon, I'm being guided off the field by the coach and told to settle down. (All while suddenly becoming aware that everyone has their cell phones aimed in my direction, I'm sure there is a YouTube video of it somewhere.) I'm mortified and can't figure out how I've become one of those crazy sports parents. Somehow my car has lawn chairs in the trunk at all times for sitting on the sidelines, Gatorade is a staple in my fridge, and I have a color coded calender for different sports. Although... now my lawn chairs have a seatbelt, to discourage me from jumping out of my chair to yell at the refs...
*FYI - I'm aware the technical term is "hike the ball", but up until two weeks ago, I thought the term was "hitchhike the ball".