Got to deal with an overprotective parent at a high school soccer playoff game today.
I shot some pictures of one of the keepers walking off the field after giving up three goals in the first half. He'd hurt his hand (probably had it kicked and bruised it; he didn't come out of the game), came to the sideline and dunked it in a cooler full of ice water. I came around to the other side of him, stood a good 15-20 feet away, and shot some more pictures. It was a great visual that told the story of an ass-whipping in progress.
I wasn't up in his face, wasn't running around like a madman or being obnoxious about getting in position for the shot, and he wasn't seriously injured. I wasn't taking a picture of a broken leg sticking out of his skin or anything. He was grimacing as much from the ice water as his injured hand.
Unfortunately, I was too close to the fence and his parents saw me taking pictures. The dad chastised me, saying, "You're really going to take pictures of MY injured son!?"
Told him I'm doing my job of capturing the moment. He didn't like that one bit.
"No. Go over there. Go away," he said, and he made the shooing motion.
Being a professional and having gotten my picture anyway, I told the guy it was my job and walked away. I wanted to swing my camera upside his head, and then smack his wife around as an object lesson. She was right alongside him (with her own camera, ironically) chiding him on.
Hey, asshole. I'm not 5 years old and neither is your kid. Sports involves winning and losing, joy and pain. He's competing in a public forum and occasionally people are going to document the happenings. Grow up.