Nuts or instinct?

So yesterday we were sitting at Gabe's game. For whatever reason we picked the worst spot on the bleachers for flying balls. When we got there it was early and the older better teams were playing. A flying soccor ball game out of the area and came hurling towards my son. Well it went over his head (which I didnt see at the time) and into the stroller. Needless to say its a nerf ball and it hit Luca in the legs. He didn't cry or anything in fact he was like "Whoa there a ball on me lets play" however I wasn't havin it. The second I saw where it had landed I stood up and yelled "Hey... HEY!!!!!" Now folks normally in most circumstances I will say something sarcastic or hurtful if I am intent on defending myself. Its my way. Words hurt worse then something physical and I use them well but when it comes to my kid- pee wee soccor team or no someone is gonna get an ass whoopin! I found myself looking for the most guilty kid as every single one of them heard my one vocal cord working self! I WAS LIVID! Toni was trying to calm me down and her sister Amanda was sayin they didn't mean to do it. All I saw was RED. Needless to say Toni's dad was scared I was gonna kick the crap outta some kid. I did eventually sit down but it took some time and a lot of coaxing. When I say I am fiercly protective over my son that should not be taken likely folks... Had he been crying I would have crossed into the arena area. He is to young to defend hisself and that makes it worse though I am sure I wont change much when he is a teenager. Anyhow... thats it for now. Have a good Sunday.