Of course, back then my son Nick was so enamored with the sport, my husband actually had to carry him, crying, on to the field. Then my husband would run off right before the whistle blew, and Nick would have no choice but to attempt to kick the oncoming ball. Ah, the joy of victory. I can't hear Dad yelling at me in the outfield. By then I realized that most parents care about the game more than the kids do.
Parents care about the team record.
Kids care about the snack. Parents care about stats. Kids care about their friends on the team. I adjusted my attitude and talked to the kids about the game in terms of performance. We rarely discussed scores.