[SamAdams76]

When I was in Little League in the 1970s, I was dropped off or picked up after practice if I was lucky. Usually I walked. My mother went to a few games and mostly read her book and had very little idea what was going on on the field. My father came once and took me for ice cream afterwards.

I don't remember a parent yelling at a coach or umpire ever.

All I'm saying was it was a different time. Kids were allowed to be kids and expected to behave themselves without constant parental supervision. The parents didn't have to micromanage their entire existence.

I remember dropping my own son off at practice in the 1990s. Pretty much every kid had parents in lawn chairs and coolers watching every minute of practice. Never saw the point of that.

[Texas resident]

I coached my son’s T ball team at the local Y.

First thing I had to do was to school the moms to sit down and shut up. These kids didn’t know how to run. Had to start with the very basic skills.

My son is 25 now and is a huge baseball fan because of his early days playing the game.