[That's what it says on the hooded sweatshirt the kids gave me for Christmas -- it totally rocks!]
"Dude, what a great game! That goal you made was incredible!"
"Yeah, it was kinda crazy how the puck bounced off that guy's head and flipped in."
"Did you hear me cheering for ya when it went in?"
"Ummm, mom it was kinda impossible NOT to hear you; your screaming was echoing off the walls. Why do you have to be so loud."
"Well, I'm loud. I like being loud. And the your teammates' parents like me being loud. It's a bit of a joke that I'm the momma mouthpiece for the team. Besides Colin (the goalie) LOVES IT when I cheer for him; he waves up at me every time I give him a verbal standing ovation!"
"Yeah, well, you really don't have to be so loud. It's embarrassing."
"Yeah. Maybe you could tone it down a bit."
"OK. I'll try. But it'll be real hard. Remember, I'm loud. And I love watching you play. And I get really excited and I can't help myself. It's a bit of an out-of-body experience really. But I'll try. I promise. Maybe I'll save my loudest, most enthusiastic cheering for your little brother's games ... he could really use the encouragement."