I am finally a snoburban soccer mom. I actually go to all of my son's high school games. This change was a long time coming. At his games through the years, I used to pull the car right up to the field and read a book during the game. "Did you see my goal?!" he would ask, as I looked up from my reading. "Yes, of course I did! It was awesome!"
But now I go to the games and actually watch. That's because his team is really, really good. A D.C. United pro player and a college coach came to the last game.
Being a hillbilly, I hoot, holler and woohooooo! Where I'm from, the crowds are loud, the cheerleaders are almost professional, and raucous hooting and stomping are expected. Not in snoburbia. Now that the team is way ahead, the crowds are picking up, but the volume barely is. When the ref makes a questionable call, the kids shout, "But, sir! But, sir!" They are trying to win the sportsmanship award (so tongue-in-cheek, yet admirable!).
I guess I shouldn't bring a milk jug filled with pebbles to shake at the next game.