Working a Soph. boys game a few years ago. Small crowd, the kind where you can hear individual voices. Clearly. Dad from the visiting team has a bee in his bonnet about something, and is making a real spectacle of himself. After one call, and a particularly obvious bit of daddy commentary, visiting team 2 guard turns to me and says sheepishly, "I'm sorry. My dad gets a little out of control sometimes." I just smiled at him and said, "No worries. I had a dad too". Kid was my best friend for the rest of the game.
