I couldn't do it. I just couldn't fully appreciate this video with that fucking 8 year old catcher standing there shocked into a statuesque state by a bunch of irrationally aggressive parents. I know this brawl wouldn't have been nearly as funny if it wasn't over Little League baseball so I guess a cameo by a 2nd grader or a two was a necessity. However, watching it from the POV of a kid as he is likely being traumatized by what he sees really puts it in persecutive. I almost feel as if I am that child after viewing that. I feel scared and vulnerable for him. I want nothing more than to laugh. It's goes against everything I stand for not to derive joy from old people fighting over youth sports, but having to watch it with a child's head - and his poor spongelike brain - right in the middle of the screen makes it real.
This kind of shit is hilarious when you randomly find it on the internet, but it's incredibly sobering when you feel as if you are invested in it. This fucking kid has me invested. I feel the innate desire to pick him up on Saturday mornings to spend the day doing character building activities.This little plate protector somehow broke the fourth wall, and I feel as though it's my responsibility to scoop him out of that destructive setting and provide him a more suitable environment to grow and mature. This dude may have absolutely no respect for my viral video viewing experience, but he still clearly needs a role model. Am I the best man for the job? Probably not, but I can't be any worse than his drunk father who is wrestling around in the base paths between 15 MPH pitches.