Sitting in the Stands is Hard

I really need to start checking myself at Brother's sports games.  Yep, I'm one of those fans that is cheering and yelling (almost) constantly and gets really into the game.  Recently, I have been noticing that I really need to start thinking about what's coming out of my mouth before I scream at the top of my lungs.

Today, when Brother missed a shot on goal, I found myself yelling "Bifrickish!"  Seriously.  I got some looks for that one.  On Saturday I cursed a squirrel's great-grandmother.  I think the exact phrase was "darn you to hell you mother of a really old squirrel"... but you get the idea.

Luckily, I'm not a swearer, so I don't have to worry about that around all the young fans at the soccer games, but they think I'm crazy anyway.  One of the other kids' moms has to have a lollipop in her mouth at all times just so she doesn't inadvertently spit out a swear word.  ...Although, she has spit out her lollipop before.  That's not good either.