The Sports Parents Hall of Shame (The Elementary School Years)


To celebrate this season of recreation here is the definite list of irritating sports parents. I, after much research, that has resulted in bleacher butt, have categorized the parents into eleven different groups of “species annoying” or to be strictly scientific Pater Athletica. (In alphabetical order)

The Clock Watcher– More accurate than Greenwich Mean Time the Clock Watcher is absorbed with timing how long his/her child gets to participate in the game. The Clock Watcher tallies the findings and immediately after the game shares with the coach the numerical breakdown. Say it’s not so, if the C.W.’s kid got less game time than some of the other kids. This fact will turn the Clock into a ticking Time Bomb ready to explode if their child doesn’t get above average play time in the next game. In some instances the Clock Watcher has even pulled his child mid-game in protest and gone home. I call that the Jerk Play. Never mind that the kid misses practices, begs to sit out or is nursing an injury (real or imagined). All that matters to the Clock Watcher is minutes played and his kid better have all the minutes.

The College Scholarshipper – Every parent reading this who thinks their 10-year-old will, for sure, get a full ride to college due to their amazing athletic ability please take a deep breath and brace yourself for a hard truth. Less than 6% of all high school athletes get college scholarship to play NCAA sports and less than 1% of all high school athletes go on to play professional sports. Now, I know what you’re thinking, “My kid will be that 6%.” Awesome, I applaud dreaming big and I’ll be cheering your child on. But, I’m going to ask for just one little favor – please, please quit talking about it. No more comparisons of your child’s elementary school game stats in relationship to what college scouts are looking for. No more sharing of your master game plan to get your child on full athletic scholarship to your alma mater, and pretty please no more yelling from the stands at your kid – “That’s what I want to see! That’s what the Buckeyes will be looking for!”

The “I Could Have Gone Pro” Dad– Is there anything more awkward than witnessing a dad trying to show off his sports skills at a game for kids? No. This dad can be seen arriving early for practice and games in his full jock attire. Sometimes even wearing his old high school football jersey which due to time marching on is more of a stretchy crop top. He’ll go on the field to throw balls for the kids and by throw I mean show off how big, strong and powerful he is. He heaves the balls so hard the kids can’t catch them. I wonder if he thinks he’s impressing the moms in the stands. My short answer no. No mom likes seeing an adult pummel her 7-year-old with a football thrown hard in his stomach. Meanwhile, he keeps up a play-by-play of his sports experience including his impressive Pop Warner and junior high career plus his high school triumphs. Next he’s off to run that lap around the field beating the kids and then crowing about it. He even gets down and does the warm ups with the team except it’s all about, “Look at me, look how fast I can do a push up. Now watch this I’m doing a push up with one hand.” Someone hit that dad in the head with steel cleat. Please. At the beginning of the season the kids think the dad is cool. After about 3 practices the kids begin to think the dad is a little scary. “Why does he stay for practice?” they ask. “He’s not even the coach?” As a parent I think he should hang up his jock strap and sit down, preferably away from me.

The I’m Raising My Child to Be a Serial Killer – Research has shown that nothing triggers the complex gene mutation that creates serial killers like a child being pressured to play sports against their will. (Okay, so I’m making that one up.) It’s one thing to introduce your child to a wide variety of athletic endeavors and encourage physical activity. It’s another to force them to continuing playing a sport after they reach a certain age. Once a kid has demonstrated no interest whatsoever in said sport, exhibits complete misery at being made to partake in the sport and shows no discernible skill sets for the game after playing for six years then maybe it’s time to call it quits on sport A and move on to sport B or C or D. So, they don’t like team sports. It doesn’t mean they don’t like exercise.  So you’ll never get to see your son or daughter pitch in the Little League All Stars Game. Get over it and embrace your non-athlete because I have four words for you: Steve Jobs, Bill Gates. The geeks shall inherit the earth.

The Pep Squad Mom – Got spirit? Let’s hear it!  I’m all for enthusiasm at my children’s sporting events, but the Pep Squad Mom needs to switch her Starbucks to decaf and retire her high school cheerleader pom poms. Yes, we’re all proud of our kids as they try to figure out where the ball went and what to do with it, but do we really need to break into a rehearsed cheer, complete with arm movements and clapping or do the wave? There’s what, like 15 parents total watching and half of the parents spend more time staring at their phone than the field. As for the whole color coordinated family spirit wear you suggested – sure, our team is the Purple Thunder, but I’m not interested in buying spirit wear for their 8 game season. One, I’m an adult, two our kids are 6 and their games last all of 30 minutes. Isn’t that going just a wee bit overboard to have every family “support the team in unified spirit wear”? Three, I don’t look good in purple. I appreciate your energy and dedication to children’s athletics and the fact that at age 35 you can still do a pretty impressive herkie, but I could really the see the game better and my child attempting to play if you would only sit down.

The Revenge of the Rec Team Parent – Hell hath no fury like the parent stuck with a kid on the rec team when he really thinks his child should have made into the “elite” or “select” level. This parent will try to restructure the season so it’s all about his/her child getting the experience he or she needs for the next round of tryouts. Forget about it being a team sport it’s a me sport. This parent comes to every practice and game intent on his/her child being given all the opportunities to shine. May I suggest to this parent if you want your child in the spotlight 24/7 try solo sports like tennis (singles) or figure skating (and I’m not talking pairs).

The Screamer – This parent has the lung capacity that would put a blue whale to shame. They can holler and shriek at their child the entire game or competition. Usually they can be found near the field, court, pool etc multitasking by pacing and screaming. Unfortunately, the screaming is not of the encouraging variety. It’s more of a drill sergeant on speed: “C’mon you can go faster than that!  Go get that ball!  You would have had if you had been paying attention! We practiced that, remember, r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r!” I can only imagine how your child feels being bellowed at the entire game, but, I can tell how I feel. Sad for you, your family and my ears.  And may I ask where is your spouse because he or she should be telling you to pipe down. Better yet, don’t attend the games until you can exhibit some sort of impulse and vocal control or adjust your meds.

The Suck It Up/Shake It Off Parent – Sometimes it’s just a twisted ankle and sometimes it really is a broken ankle. The Suck It Up/Shake It Off parent treats every injury the same – it’s no big deal. Player down on the field or court it doesn’t matter to this parent. They always shout the same thing, “shake it off.” God forbid that play stop and a parent leaves the stand to see what is wrong with their child. The Suck it Up/Shake it Off will continue his/her monologue about how whatever happened is no big deal and that kids today are coddled babies (or pussies). Back in their day the injury would have been fixed with a jog around the track and an ace bandage. Really?  Because I would like to test your vintage theory by hitting you in the ankle with a baseball bat and see you walk that off.

Team Divorce: At most games you would never know which parents are divorced. On occasion the aftershocks of a very rancorous split will be played out to such a degree that the action is not on the field, but in the stands. Dad or mom bringing a date to the game can be the fire starter or a child custody issue can get things heated. At a Little League baseball game last year I witnessed two parents fighting over who had the right to take their child home after the game. The mom holding a baby in her arms, shoved the dad.  The dad pushed her back, another dad from the stands ( a federal judge) jumped up to separate them and then both parents shoved him. Long story short the police were called, the game was stopped, their kids were crying and the Federal Judge pressed charges. Whoever said, “baseball was made for kids, and only grown ups screw it up” was right.

The Unicorns & Rainbows – No one likes to lose. Some hate losing more than others. It’s natural for kids, especially when as they get older to be disappointed when their team doesn’t play well and really who wants a kid whose team just got annihilated 87 to 2 to be joyous. Be very careful that a Unicorns & Rainbows parent doesn’t see your child’s gloomy, ticked off demeanor.  They will descend upon him or her like a plague of happy locust. “Oh come on, it’s a beautiful day.  You got to see your friends, smell the fresh-cut grass and feel the sunshine on your face.” Pardon me, but you are not helping. Also, the bit you dropped about being happy that your alive because 150,000 people die everyday was a little over the top and freaky scary to a 10-year-old. The U&R parents can’t stand to see a child weather the agony of defeat. Like there’s a law that says a kid must be cheerful at all times. As they stalk you as you walk to your car, thank them for their concern, while making sure your keys are out so you can quickly break into a run and finally escape their happy homilies. You know after a couple of minutes in the car and a trip to get an Icee all will be well with your mopey kid. Besides, who wouldn’t be a little sad about a game gone bad.

The Whining Second Guesser – Oh my, if you were a young child your behavior would result in a very long time out and maybe a nap. But alas, you’re an adult so, that means no one can punish you for your excessive whining. Our only retaliation is to avoid you like the ebola virus even if it means hiding out with the opposing teams parents. Nothing ever goes right for you. The calls made during the game were horrible. The field was too wet. The court was too slippery. The other team’s kids looked too big to be 11. The coach got it all wrong.  If only we had played on another field. If only the coach hadn’t substituted in that child. Yikes, put a sock in it.  A big knee-high wool soccer sock.

Now, that I categorized “species annoying” go forth my friend and enjoy your child’s athletic prowess. Holding firm in the knowledge that you, for not being on the list, are already a winner.

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31 thoughts on “The Sports Parents Hall of Shame (The Elementary School Years)

  1. Lori says:

    You’ve got to tell me where “nipple nation” went…that’s got to be one of the funniest things I’ve EVER read and i can’t find it.

  2. Scott says:

    You touched on it, but “Blame the Ref” parent is one of the worst in my opinion and really does their kid a disservice by letting them believe it’s always someone else’s fault if they aren’t successful. It’s pretty sad how much they’ll get on refs (that often times are teen age kids with a part-time job and always are someone that’s getting under-paid for the abuse).

  3. Kim says:

    Yup, you pretty much nailed most of the ones I would have come up with. The other is the parent who can’t figure out why son/daughter isn’t getting any better. That’s because they don’t stick around for practice to see that son/daughter is goofing off or skipping out of playing time by having to take a water/bathroom break for 90% of the practice. Maybe the confounded parent?

  4. B says:

    You forgot one other type of parent, the Bleacher Machiavellian, a “beast mode” version of a few of the types you mentioned, epsecially the Clock Watcher. The type whose kids are getting the shaft from the coach or from the league and do whatever is necessary to get their kid what they think the kid is due and you end of hearing about it from others you sit with or your kids. Sometimes they seek out other parents with similarly-shafted kids. They get your number and call you at all hours of the day and night asking you for advice or telling you how they went to the coach or the league and got their problem solved, partly so they can gain some smug self-satisfaction and make you feel like crap for not being so assertive and looking out for your kid, partly to suck you into their plans so you can meet as a group with the coach or league to get whatever justice is due them, figuring that strentgh in numbers works.

    I have another name for the “I Could Have Gone Pro” Dad, and that would be the Fence Ornament. Sometimes he is by himself, but is usually with a group of dads who thinks sitting in the bleachers is for wimps and instead stand at the fence of the playing field at ground level or just off the playing field because the played the game, (or they watched half a day of NFL Network). If they go up in the bleachers, they stand up in the last row backs up against the bleacher fence – they never, ever sit because you guessed it- they played the game – in high school.

  5. Beth says:

    Love the Revenge of the Rec Team Parent! Yes, and many parents don’t realize or appreciate that most of these coaches are parents themselves who have just rushed home from work to coach THEIR son/daughter!! It’s that old end of season gift card that makes it all worthwhile though….

  6. Paige says:

    Need an emergency Snark regarding the coaches who wear sweatpants and do not have the proper undergarments. New coach and it gave me the willies. Where the heck was his wife?!

  7. Marisa says:

    We name all the parents according to their attributes too! The only one left out is work out couple who stand at the soccer games….then suddenly start lunging, stretching, running in place, or holding a particular stance so you can see a muscle pop!! Unique like a unicorn, but workout parents usually associate with divorce parent!

  8. Rick says:

    How about the parents who actually root against the team when their kid is not playing and yell at the kid to ignore the coach when she is playing.

  9. Elizabeth Sharp says:

    You forgot one parent. The bummer parent. When your seven says he wants to play for the Yankees when he grows up they tell the kid that that how that is an unrealistic dream. Because seven year’s dream need to realistic.

  10. K says:

    Sorry to be a downer, but you forgot Negative Ned and/or Nancy”.
    But it’s ok, the parent of the other teammate they just barked at, IS WAITING for them in the parking lot, and hasn’t forgot what they said about their kid!

  11. Rachael says:

    My favorite is a combination of some of the above – the “I am reliving my childhood athletic ability so thank god my child is doing the sport I did so I can keep living the dream” parent. We have a lot of those in gymnastics.

  12. Helena says:

    The funny part is, especially in my area, that there are preseason parent meetings warning the parents that they will be told to leave the games if they do not respect the rules set forth by the school. This stops no one, as they will sit in their cars or stand in the halls to continue their rants. Poor kids.

  13. Angela says:

    I’m a reformed college scholarshiper. it was karate. my daughter finally had a long talk with dad, in turn dad had a long talk with me, it was embarrassing . needless to say I have finally managed to let that scholarship aspirations go. Yeah she doesn’t even want to go to college…… she said it’s too expensive and she can get training for a career in high school for free.

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