‘No one talks that way about my momma’: 11-year-old stands up to a Karen at the little league baseball game after she talks down to his mom who was standing up for him

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  • "No one talks that way about my momma"

    The backstory: I got my first paycheck job when I was in middle school. While attending my brother's little league game I found myself more interested in the score tracker and how the lady in charge of keeping score was filling it out for each game.
  • She noticed my interest and showed me what she was doing, she even let me fill it out for a few innings.
  • At the end of the game she asked if I could score the next two games (each was limited to 30 minutes) and offered me $14.00.
  • She told me to come back to the next game and she would grab the score tracking book from me then.
  • I scored the games and came back the next day, but she didn't show, so I scored those because someone needed to.
  • When I got home I walked over to my neighbor who just so happened to be the head of Parks and Recreation for our town.
  • I told him what happened but when I tried to give him the tracker he told me to hang on to it, and hired me on as the official score keeper for the rest of the season, paying me what she had offered, $7 a game.
  • There were 4 to 6 games a week so for an 11 year old, I was stoked.
  • The story: At one of my brother's t- ball games I was keeping score. He gets up to bat and, of course, I cheer for him.
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  • A Karen a row or two back makes a comment about it being a conflict of interest and how I was probably cheating on the scorekeeping to help out my brother's team.
  • My mom was seated a row behind her and heard everything she said, and was not having any of it.
  • Without telling the lady she was my mom or the mom of the kid at bat I had cheered for, she defended me, saying I was just a kid who probably had never thought about trying to cheat (I hadn't) and there was nothing wrong with me cheering for my brother the way I had.
  • When my mom finished, Karen turned to her friend and under her breath called my mom some choice names.
  • The petty revenge: Several games later and there Karen sits. She's wearing the whitest white shirt I've ever seen and I had just purchased a bright blue iced slushie to enjoy while scoring that day's games.
  • I climb the stands, smile warmly at her, and sit directly behind her, drink in one hand, scorekeeping tracker in the other.
  • It doesn't take long before, unfortunately, I find it too difficult to manage everything I'm holding and "accidently" spill the large, blue, frozen concoction all down the back of Karen's white shirt.
  • Of course I'm super apologetic and tell her I'd go get something to help dry her off, but the game is starting and I have a job to do.
  • She storms off and I never see her again. When I get home I ask mom if she remembers Karen, tell her what she had said out of mom's earshot, and then what happened at that day's game.
  • I'd never seen such a mixed emotion on my mom who told me, very sternly, that what I had done was wrong and to never do anything like that again, while at the same time smiling and giving me a huge hug.

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