Big Mouth!

I am officially diagnosing myself with a disorder I get from my father! "Sports Big Mouth" Disease. Last night Sean had a church basketball game and finally it was early enough for me and the kids to tag along. Well, we will see if he ever invites me to come again. I just have a hard time sitting there and not saying anything. First of all my husband is a STUD! He played one great game of ball last night including the winning shot! Go Sean, Go Sean! 

It started off slow, just some cheering for my hubby, calling the old guys dramatic (have you ever noticed that the older the guys get the more dramatic they have to be when they are fouled?), then the ball went out and the ref. gave it back to the white team (red team is our team), so I said a "SERIOUSLY?" (It should have been red's ball) I even got a "just let the ref. do his job, we are all just here for fun, RIGHT?" (from a guy on the white team, and he wasn't even a good ball player!) That is exactly what I was there for! And it sure wouldn't be any fun if no one stirred the pot, this is church ball after all!  Then red team stole the ball back, and I topped it off with a "Yah, that's right it was reds ball!" Then came the famous line of my fathers "OH COME ON!" The little baldy on the white team was messing with my hubby, and the ref. was apparently blind! Honestly white #35 was getting away with way too much! Long story short, I don't know if they kick pregnant wives with 3 kids out of church ball games, but that would be quite entertaining!