Despite my best judgement I was there. Seated by the goal line, I was far from the crowd of parents perched nervously on the bleachers. Two days in a row seemed a bit much for me to handle, but it was the provincial championships.
I wanted to be there and be a decent human being for my son. He loved soccer and was glad I was there for the game. I was unsure.
The prior day, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Each time ‘something’ at all controversial happened, I’d blurt or cackle or say something mocking and cruel just loud enough for the children playing to hear.
I couldn’t help it.
The same thing started again. Only this time, I wasn’t alone
Don’t shout at the kids, they’re just kids. People are going to think that you’re an asshole.
Fuck.
I wasn’t ‘shouting at them’. I was reacting without an ability to filter or keep my mouth shut. Everyone there was wired. Everyone there was edgy, nervous and ready to pop.
Most of the others had a better filter.
I’m not shouting at them. I’m over here trying …
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