Although we DID get some oh-dark-ridonkulous calls cancelling winter wrestling weigh-ins, I am eternally grateful that our kids grew up pre-cellphones, because we would have been those mean parents as well.
Our seats last night were in front of a family with a daughter who was probably middle school, definitely not high school yet, and a son who was around 10. The daughter was in a major early game argument with her mother about putting her cell phone away, because she simply "couldn't ignore" texts from her friends. Yes, those were her words.
Me wanting to say to mom: a) turn her phone off & put it in your purse - b) if not a then leave the phone in the car - c) if not b, then leave the phone at home - d) if not c, then don't let her have her own phone. Instead, we got to listen to 15-20 minutes of sniping. Boo that! And if she doesn't get her addiction under control, she is going to be a danger to others when she starts driving.
/mini rant
The son cracked me up. He was crazy about Mike Warren, but couldn't seem to figure out that the #2 jersey on offense was Warren. Every play we made he was saying "was that Mikey? Was it?" and if his mom said yes, he was all "Yay Mikey - he's our best player!"