My ol' man got thrown out of my soccer games when I was a kid for yelling at the refs I think his exact words were "How can you make an offsides call when you're on this half of the field? Move your fatass down the field!" Blew the whistle, "Sir, you can be upset with my calls, but the personal attacks are uncalled for - please leave the premises." Some fat chick - I was maybe 11 or 12. Good times, my dad's hilarious. Props to you parents if you actually do say something... get'em fusion!