Blue Slushie Justice: The Sweet Taste of Petty Revenge at Little League
There are moments in life when the universe serves up the perfect opportunity for a little poetic justice—and sometimes, it comes in the form of a blue slushie and a sparkling white shirt. If you've ever witnessed a "Karen" in the wild or felt the urge to stand up for your family, you're going to love this story of pint-sized petty revenge served cold (literally) at a local Little League game.
Our hero? An 11-year-old scorekeeper. The villain? A classic Karen with a side of white-shirt hubris. The stakes? Family honor, a few bucks per game, and some sticky satisfaction.
The Scorekeeper’s Origin Story
It all began innocently enough, as most tales of mischief do. Our protagonist, Reddit user u/bongostitch, was just a curious middle schooler at their brother’s Little League game when they found themselves fascinated by the mysterious art of scorekeeping. After a crash course from the current scorekeeper (and a quick job offer), they soon landed their first real gig—$7 per game, up to six games a week. For an 11-year-old, that’s basically Rockefeller status.
With clipboard in hand and a sense of responsibility swelling in their chest, life was good. But as anyone who’s ever spent time in the bleachers knows, Little League isn’t just about the kids on the field. The stands are a battleground of their own—where parents, snacks, and unsolicited opinions collide.
Enter: The Karen
During one such game, our young scorekeeper cheered for their little brother at bat. A fairly normal, heartwarming moment—unless you’re a Karen. Seated a few rows back, she loudly accused our scorekeeper of a “conflict of interest,” implying they might fudge the numbers to favor their sibling’s team. The audacity!
But wait—this story comes with a secret weapon: Mom. Unbeknownst to Ms. Karen, our protagonist’s mom was sitting right behind her. Without revealing her connection, she swooped in to defend her child, pointing out the innocence of an 11-year-old scorekeeper and the harmlessness of cheering for family. Karen, unamused and undeterred, muttered some choice insults under her breath.
Petty Revenge, Served Ice Cold
Now, if you’ve ever been on the receiving end of a Karen’s wrath—or watched your mom defend you with the ferocity of a mama bear—you know that sometimes, justice needs a little push. Fast forward to a few games later. Our hero, now the seasoned scorekeeper, spots Karen perched in the stands, sporting the cleanest, whitest shirt in the tri-county area.
Armed with a bright blue iced slushie and a twinkle of mischief in their eye, they climb the stands and plop down directly behind Karen. A “tragic” case of too many things in hand, and—oops!—the blue slushie cascades down the back of Karen’s white shirt like a waterfall of poetic justice.
Apologies are made (“I’ll get something to clean it, but, oh no, the game is starting!”), but the deed is done. Karen storms off in a huff, never to be seen again—at least, not at Little League.
Why We Love a Good Petty Revenge
What makes this story so satisfying isn’t just the comeuppance—it’s the heart behind it. Kids, especially at 11, don’t always have the words or the authority to stand up to adults who cross the line. But when it comes to defending family (and maybe restoring a little balance to the universe), even the smallest hero can make a big impact.
There’s a certain art to petty revenge. It’s not about cruelty or escalation; it’s about that subtle, poetic moment when the universe gives you the perfect setup and you take it. Blue slushie. White shirt. Game, set, match.
And let’s not forget Mom’s reaction—equal parts stern lecture and proud hug. Because while we’re taught to take the high road, sometimes the scenic (and slightly sticky) route is just too satisfying to pass up.
Closing Thoughts
Whether you’re a scorekeeper, a snack-bar enthusiast, or just someone who’s had to deal with a Karen, this story is a reminder that sometimes, the best revenge really is sweet (and blue, and slightly icy). Next time you’re in the stands and someone’s out of line, remember: justice might just be a slushie away.
Have you ever witnessed a perfect moment of petty revenge? Share your stories in the comments below—let’s swap some sweet tales of comeuppance!
Inspired by a true story from u/bongostitch on Reddit’s r/PettyRevenge.
Original Reddit Post: No one talks that way about my momma