Capable

Today I wanted to blog about something that's both funny, and somewhat sad. Parents, living through their children: is it real or do they just want what's best for their little chillens?

I once watched a documentary on the human mind and what makes a person evil. The message I took from it was this: all of us, given certain situations and circumstances, are capable of evil. Going to my sister's soccer game tonight sort of cemented these beliefs into my mind.

As the game starts, most of the parents are calm, just settling down into their cheap folding chairs and saying hi to one-another with a warm and friendly smile. The scene is mildly stimulating and the girls have the butterflies that most people get when they are about to participate in a sporting event. As the whistle blows, they sit back and watch the show. Things are comfortable, and those on the sidelines don't really recognize the other team's fans or the ref, really. I thought it was always other team's fans that went crazy, not mine... I found tonight that I was seriously mistaken.

A girl from the other team runs into one of our girls; our girl falls to the ground the parents sit up a little in their seats when the expected sound of a whistle is failed to be heard. A couple parents mutter to each other about the incident, but we continue on with the game. A few more repeats of this happen and the parents begin to get anxious. They start to say things at the ref and fuel each other's flames with angry comments and quick hand gestures. The rest happens very quickly.

Parents begin to scream at the ref with each call, as if every word were a daggar being thrown at him.
"Are you kidding me? Open your eyes ref."
"How much are they paying you?"
"Oh go choke on your whistle!"
"Give me a *#(^@* break!!!"
I kid you not, these things were said, or rather screamed, at my 14 yr. old sister's soccer game this evening.

The veins in one man's head begin to become noticeable as they bulge out of his forehead and the spit flies from his mouth. The coach's constant screaming becomes inaudible and we start to tune him out. The fans from the other team are now noticeable and they become the secondary enemy. First, the ref.

The third enemy is of course the other team. Because at this particular game the girls are especially evil, throwing sneaky elbows at our players and making unfair trips and shoves. Are they trying to break our girls' ankles and put them in the hospital?

Of course, we are all so very BIASED, hahahaha. In fact, much of this isn't really happening at all; it's just what our little brains twist into reality.

These once-pleasant parents who greeted you at the beginning of the game and offered you dinosaur-shaped fruit snacks have now been transformed into savages. They are cheering when your team forcefully knocks their oponent to the ground. They hollar with laughter when a call goes in their favor whether it is fair or not. They're bloodthirsty animals who would do anything to see their daughter's team win.

The funny thing is, we're all capable of this insanity lol.