So no matter what generation you grew up in or brought your family up in, everyone at some point has "That Moment". That moment of clarity and reality when you realize "holy s h ! T, I'm that guy". then you fade to the corner of the arena quietly and watch. thats when the embarrassment kind of kicks in. "i sound like a complete fawking moron"!!! then when you're in the car after the game praising jenny or johnny you ask them, "does all the fans and parents yelling make a difference?" when they say nope, all we hear is a bunch of stupid screaming and cant make out what anyone is saying. plus, all were trying to do is hear the other kids on the ice and our coaches.... we know you guys are all cheering for us, thats really all we need from you during the game! yup.... im that fawking parent.
cheering for your kids to play youth sports is different than being a low asshat at the game.
This poor guy just hasn't realized it yet. His time will come.