So we just got back from Boy’s first basketball game at the Y. Man, is there a difference in the moms in the crowd.

In soccer, moms are facilitators. They make sure everyone has gatorade and a pack of goldfish crackers, and that everyone has on the right colored shirt.

In baseball, moms are cheerleaders, yelling “Get a home run!” or “That’s okay, Baby” when the ball bounces out of the glove.

In basketball, moms are coaches. In two languages today moms were screaming to their sons, “Dribble to the goal!” “Guard your man!” “Don’t throw it like that. Throw it like this!”

The difference, I think, is that the basketball moms KNOW this game.

It’s THEIR game.