I'm Not a Good Sports Mom

I didn't play that many competitive sports growing up.  I did do a few years of t-ball, was actually pretty good, even made the All-star team one year.  But then the idea (and fear) of having to switch to fast-pitch ended my baseball career.   I even took a shot at ballet, it was a ballet/tap/gymnastics combo style class.  My inability to do back-wards summersaults ended that for me.   I even tried out for the volleyball team in junior high, but apparently setting is a necessary skill in volleyball.

I might have tried out for more things, but my heart doctor wasn't the biggest fan of that idea as he was afraid coaches would push me too hard.

So I grew up playing in an occasional church volleyball game, sports in gym class, etc.... but nothing too hard core.

Alex is our athlete.  She recently finished soccer, where she was an awesome goalie and then went right into basketball.  I love watching her play, watching her out on the field and court....

I feel I should interject now by saying, I consider myself a pretty laid back, calm person.  Now I might not have always been this way, just ask anyone who knew me as a teenager, but when I watch sports, especially when I watch my kids playing sports, something lights inside of me.

That calm, laid back happy persona slowly gets eaten up in one bad call after another.

I begin with lots of good cheering, lots of great support... until the ref makes a stupid call.

What is it about refs?  Why do they always have to make dumb calls?  If they would just call things perfectly, then my crazy-sport-mom side wouldn't have to come out.

Totally blaming this one on the refs.

I have never gone down on the floor or out on the field, I have never cursed at a ref, never really caused a scene (at least I think not), but my mouth and my volume leave no doubt that I don't agree with that call, don't agree with the play.

I get all wound up, my whole body nearly shaking with crazy emotions and I don't let it go, for many many days hours after the game.

So I am a bad sports mom.... or maybe, just maybe I am a good one, as someone needs to yell at those refs.  Right?
Any other bad sports-moms out there?  How do you handle your kids games?