Pushy Parents, there's a new sherriff in town....

Pushy parents....gotta love them. If you couldn't do it yourself, why not spend a lifetime living vicariously through your child's achievements? I've always believed that my calling is to be a 'stage-mom'....now, if only I could be completely forceful and aggressive enough to pressure my children to live my dream. They don't seem so keen on being the next Britney Spears. Honestly, they are so selfish sometimes.... ah, but I digress! Where was I?...........John Tomic! He is my new favourite sideline psycho. Novels should be written about this 'pussy cat' of a man.....'From Croatia to Gold Coast Cabbie to Coach: The John Tomic Journey'. John had a dream...and he (sure as hell) is making young (don't call me Weekend at) Bernie is living it! (Actually come to think of it, no one dares to call him Bernie...it's BERNARD). From sideline altercations, road rage, abuse, game stopping and....gasp...feuding with the Royal Family of Tennis....the Hewitts, John has power housed his way through Australian tennis. And so he should....live that Aussie dream, John, live it! Wear a QANTAS cap at the Australian Open when it's sponsored by Virgin....because you are JT! Too bad we all felt completely nauseated by Bernard's profuse thanking of the crowd after his first round win yesterday. Um, PR training anyone? But JT didn't let us down.... as the hapless Channel 7 reporter attempted to get a few words from him, JT sprung from his chair and charged to the change room...this man is always on the clock! So, Mr Williams, Mr Pearce, Mr Dokic....there's a new sports dad in town...and I get the feeling we have not seen the last of JT.....