Frank White's son played on the baseball team that I managed. The league sought me out because Frank had told them the criteria that he wanted in a coach. He wanted no part of being a hovering parent or offer any advise. We were the type of team he wanted his son to play on.
His kid wasn't that good. But, I accepted just because he was Frank White's kid. How bad could he be?
Frank came to about 75% of the regular season games and about 25% of the tournaments. He never said a word to me about baseball. I promised to never ask him advise or to help out and I never did.
He was just a parent. He would cheer just like any other parent. He tried to keep a low profile. Standing beside the stands on the side. Wearing hats and sunglasses. His wife told me he just wants to be normal and support his kid by being there. He doesn't want to be Frank White the Royal, but just Dad.
Fear is the path to the Dark Side. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.