Several years ago I wrote a blog expressing my dislike of baseball moms.. the ones who have no clue about the game, but choose to scream and yell at the coaches and players like they do. We played 8 season of little league baseball. I was so happy to get away from that crazed environment. It was all I could do to not grab these mothers and tell them what a fool they were making out of themselves. I just couldn't believe it....

and then came along wrestling! Wow.. this was my son's first year of wrestling. Not a big deal, I grew up around it. I thought it was fairly normal. Groups of parents sit in the stands all day, and I do mean all day, waiting for their son (and in some case daughter) to come up in the rotation. The gym was usually so packed with parents you had no idea who each one was cheering for..
and then we arrived in Midwest City. I could go on and on about this town, but I will save that for another day. Let me just say that I was uncomfortable with how the parents were behaving. They weren't screaming in support of their son on the mat.. they were screaming to injure and impale their opponent. Seriously people, it's 7th grade. One mother in particular was so obnoxious I secretly wanted her son to lose. I know that sounds bad, it wasn't his fault he was born to a loud, out of control, mouthy woman.. but I wanted him to lose so she would shut up. When he won she jumped in the stands shouting that the other kid was a loser, that he sucked, and he needed to go home. She was doing this at a 7th grade tournament.. image how an important match would cause her to act.

All of that being said, the Midwest City woman seemed like a model of sportsmanship compared to the moms of Eastside Tulsa. They were some real gems. I've been to Tulsa many, many times. I don't remember what the East side is like, but I got a good glimpse at the OKWA state tournament in Lawton this year. What a bunch of trash. Literally, trashy people. They cheered like a pack of wolves for their sons to not only win, but hurt the other opponent. They mocked kids - kids - who got hurt on the mat. They screamed that their sons opponents were babies, that they f***'n sucked, and how dare they think they can 'mess with the Eastside'. They threw things from the stands onto the mat when they weren't satisfied with the officials. They let their younger children run around like wild animals in the stands - to the point other parents had to grab them and scold them and tell them to stop. And at one point security came into the stands and told the parents to stop pointing a laser into the eyes of their child's opponent. 7th grad people.. 7th grade.

So all in all, I guess I'd take the clueless baseball moms. It's easier to learn the game than it is to learn how to have some class.