"Great game, you are the worst fan I have ever sat beside."

We traveled to Franklin County to play basketball last Tuesday night. I was excited. They have the most beautiful, new school and we have not been in their new gym so I was looking forward to seeing it. Their football field is premium. We try to sit on the outside of a row, as my husband is a big guy and it makes for a more comfortable game. We sat behind the Franklin County team. but there were plenty of our fans scattered throughout the stands. A nice looking woman chose to sit down to my left, sort of 50ish looking. Well, dressed. Nice nails done from a salon, I notice this stuff because my hands always look bad. The girls game started and so did this woman's mouth. I have never sat beside such an experience in my life. Her seemingly nice appearance started to sound like the dark alley talk before someone is killed. I kept looking around making sure I wasn't lost somewhere in the depths of street war. Her comments were upsetting. Foul language at the coach, her coach, the referees, players, everyone. It wasn't the typical fan language though, it was degrading and intimidating. I told my husband, "if I was a referee I would ask for a police escort to my car based on her comments she continued to scream at them after each and every call they made." I occasionally would glance at her pretty hands, nice New Balance shoes and very classy work-out suit she had on and wonder just where she came from. To look at her you would never know this demon lived inside her. I wondered if she had kids. A husband. I thought I saw a wedding ring. Maybe he doesn't sit with her. Maybe he doesn't even come with her. Wonder how she talks to her family when she gets mad at them? The boys game was even worse. Her anger became greater and louder. It was a great game and we went into over time and my team lost. As we were leaving I told the flaming fan lady, "nice game. Glad you won." She responded, "yea." I replied, " you are the worst fan I have ever sat beside in my life. I feel sorry for your fans, coaches and especially your referees. They need an escort to their cars based on your screaming." Then I smiled politely. Her mouth fell open, for the first time speechless. She grabbed a friend and pointed to me to tell her just what had happened and I smiled at her and said, "yes, I said it. I am the one." I am so glad to have sat beside this lady, because she made such an impression on me that I will never yell anything bad anymore, no matter how much I disagree with a coach or call. I want to be remembered for needing a french manicure not for disgusting, embarrassing, threatening remarks.