My parents, along with their highly competitive drive to win, got a bit caught up in their emotions.
They tackled one another while fighting for a chair in front of God and yes, all of the 8-yr-old's parents they had never met. It should be noted, this chair was NOT the championship chair. And it should ALSO be noted this came directly following my mother shoving down a sweet little 8-yr-old girl whom she had never met. I would like to think mom didn't see the dejected look, and sad eyes on the little girl's face as she was running behind her pointing at the back of her head yelling, "No! I don't think so sweetie...Not while I'm playing. Huh uh. This is my chair. You may be eight, but you're a slow eight."
You may think I am exaggerating. I'd like to say that's true. It's not.
For those of you who have read my blog and think, I wonder what's wrong with this chick. Your answer is the video. These are, after all, my parents.
I have to think that sweet 8-yr-old girl found some kind of victory in this moment.