I read a post this morning written by Pat Kennedy about booing in pubic venues called "Boo! Hiss! Is Booing Ever OK?". Pat's post reminded me of an incident from my childhood.
My parents were big football and hockey fans, and I mean big. They had parties for sporting events that were on TV and I stayed clear of all the sports nuts. They would scream, yell, jump up and down, it was an amazing sight to behold. And, of course, they would boo, call sports figures names, they were very into whatever sports game they were watching at the time. And way back when, hockey was far more violent than it is today. We lived just outside of Boston, the Bruins were great fighters. When they fought on screen, the adults would really get into it. I hate to admit it, but my mother was the worst.
My father took my mother to a Boston Bruins game one fine evening. As usual, a fight ensued on the ice. Now let me clarify this, my mother was small, if she was 5'1", that was with heels, which at that time she wore all the time. Mom was a fashionista, and this particular evening she was carrying her wooden handbag, a large rectangular purse that was real wood. It was beautiful! As the fight broke out, the action on the ice was too much for mom to bear, she sprang from her seat and started beating the man over the head that was sitting in front of her with her wooden purse!!!
My father tried to calm her down, the man whom she was pummeling was crouching lower and lower as the blows became more intense. Finally dad got the purse out of her hands and stopped the beatings. Mom came to her senses and sat back down to watch the rest of the game. Dad kept moms purse under his seat. Mom was mortified for many years to come if the event was ever mentioned, which of course it was, many many times. Mom always said she didn't know what came over her, it was a horrible and intoxicating feeling at the same time.
As much as I don't like the thought of someone booing the home team or booing at the Met, mom proves that even people with good sense can easily get carried away. It happens. Sometimes it is funny, sometimes it's not. And it happens in daily life too, we can easily get carried away to behave badly, swept up in the moment. But real life and sporting events are two different things.
I am really glad Pat posted about booing, for many reasons. But mostly because I had a wonderful memory about mom come to the surface. She died in 2001, far earlier than she should have. September 26th will be her birthday, and this little memory is a great one for me to have at this time. And it is a good life lesson too!
(Thanks Pat! Mom would have really liked you, she was Irish through and through, and an ardent Kennedy fan!)
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