Winning is Better

I have never been much of a sports person.  My athletic career consisted of synchronized swimming in high school and dating jocks in college.  Not sure that counts as a Division I sport.  That's not say I am not competitive, I am to a fault.  I just never cared that much about sports.  My son has changed that.

When he was  in lower school, all the kids made the team and the team lost a great deal.  It was fine, because it didn't matter who won or lost...blah blah blah.  Even in the beginning of middle school, my son wasn't a great athlete so I really didn't care.  Again, that has all changed.

In the past year, he has become quite good and thanks to his phenomenal coach he really cares.  This makes him try harder, which makes him better, which makes me an obsessive parent.  It is better when they win, especially when your child contributes to that win.

I am afraid I am becoming a crazed mother of an athlete.  So far I have kept it under wraps, simply screaming light encouragement and smiling.  But its getting tough, because underneath it all I am cursing out refs, eyeballing the other team and giving my son telepathic sports advice.  Oh yes I need him to be more more aggressive, we need to win.  Take no prisoners.

I get it now.  That  rush when our team scores, especially when the goal was made by your kid.  I am thinking playing time and workout routines.  Last night I reviewed game stats.  What is happening to me?

It may be time for me to get some help, before I come out of the closet as a psychotic high school sports fan. Call the doctor.