C-L-A-S-S-Y is the only way to describe this scene. The one thing I regret most as a child is that my parents didn't fist fight enough at my sporting events.  I honestly think if my mother and father would have come to my wrestling tournaments when I was younger packing a box of wine, a roll of quarters and a thirst for blood I would be a much better person then I am today. But no, instead of showing me how much they love me by pounding on my opponents parents face in the bleachers I got lousy positive support and cheers. Thanks a lot mom and dad, I thought you loved me, but the lack of fractured knuckles on your hands tell me otherwise!