“Mom, when I’m at the plate, do you think you and everybody else could sort of be quiet?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m mean…shut up.  You’re making me nervous. ‘Look it in, make contact, choke up, get deeper into the batter’s box! Bust it!‘  I can’t hear my coach.”

“Oh.  Can we cheer for you when you are not at the plate?”

“Yes.  But don’t call me ‘Buddy.’”

“Are we allowed to cheer for other members of the team?”

Son pauses, then rather grudingly says “I suppose.”

Allrighty then.  I know the rules now.  This is handy information.