Sometimes you win-sometimes you lose, but in the end it's how you behave

Tonight marked our first loss this season.

Our boys were understandably upset.

It was a hard fought battle.  They had nothing to be ashamed of - they played valiantly and with all their hearts.

But what ticked me off more than anything (since you asked) was the opposing team's parents.  Excuse me, I don't mean to paint all of the opposing team's parents with the same brush.  No, what ticked me off was one "parent." And for that parent, the rest of this post is directed at you:

It is inexcusable to bull your way through the crowd of home team fans, bleating and gloating like an entitled cow.

Surely, had we been at your field and won - I know that our parents wouldn't act like that.  I know this because we've been in the same position as you.

Certainly your team won fair and square.  Of that there is no doubt.  But your behavior was totally obnoxious and reprehensible.  I can only hope that your son would have been embarrassed about your boorish behavior had he witnessed it.  I know mine would have been.  He would have died a thousand deaths to see me acting the way you did tonight.

You see, we have taught our children the code of "good sportsmanship."  We have taught them how to be gracious in victory.  Yes, you have every right to be happy that your team won.  No one is taking that away from you.  But your behavior leaves a lot to be desired.

Luckily, in your hurry to make your gloating known - and in your rush to get to your car (because God forbid, you be stuck in traffic) our boys missed it as they were still on the field shaking hands with the boys from your team and telling them, "good game."

Maybe, just maybe, had you seen their faces you might have realized that although these boys look like men they are still just boys.  Boys playing a game.  They played their hearts out and were devastated by the loss.

And your behavior in the parking lot.  Shameless.  Which unfortunately, our boys did witness, as did yours.

All I can say to you is this - you have no class.  And hopefully, the coaches on your son's team are teaching him the finer points of what it means to be a man.  Because you?  You aren't.