embarrassing moments in my typical day

Bob had broken his wrist a little over a month ago.  Last Tuesday, he had the cast removed and was told not to use his wrist for sports for one week.  Yesterday, my husband and I decided that he could attend his team's second to last game.  He wouldn't play, but he could sit on the bench with his teammates.  My husband wasn't feeling well, so SJ stayed at home with his dad.  I took Bob up to the field.  As we drove the 7 miles to the field, Bob started crying and getting anxious in the car.  He has always been shy, but this behavior was very unexpected.  He knows all the kids on his team, as well as the team we were playing.  When we got to the field, I told him he needed to calm down and go sit on the bench.  I gave him 10 minutes to collect himself.  I left the car and started to talk to some of the other moms.  Everyone was asking where he was and I had to tell them that he was having a "moment" in the car.  After 10 minutes, I walked back to the car and he was still crying.  I called my husband to discuss what to do with Bob.  He told me that he had to go sit on the bench or he couldn't play any electronic games (Wii, PS3, DS, IPad or computer) until he could sit with his team.  I told Bob what his dad had said and gave him 5 more minutes to make a decision.  Meanwhile, my husband was having trouble with SJ at home.  Apparently, he said "beep" for a curse word.  A kid that he was playing with headed towards our house.  SJ thought he would be in trouble if the kid tattled, so he pushed him down.  I told my husband to make him apologize, but the boy had already gone home.  I told him that I would handle it when I got home.  I went to talk to Bob's coaches and they were very understanding.  I was still very embarrassed that my 10 year old was acting like this.  After Bob's additional 5 minutes, I asked him what decision he wanted to make.  Was he going to sit on the bench or lose the video game privilege until he would sit with his team?  He chose to lose his video games, so I drove home.  I tried to talk to him in the car about how all choices have consequences.  I told him that I felt he made a poor choice.  He then began to cry again and told me that it was all my fault.  "My fault," I asked him.  He said if I hadn't made him go to the field he wouldn't be in this situation.  He went on and on for a few minutes.  I had to tell him that he couldn't talk to me any more and that he would go straight to his room for the evening.  After he was headed to his room, I had to deal with SJ's situation.  I saw the neighbor boy and I had SJ apologize to him.  I told him that hitting or pushing is never acceptable.  The kid forgave him, but once again I had to eat another spoonful of embarrassment served up by one of my darling boys.  I should have told them both I was full and I didn't need any more embarrassing moments in my life. Oh well, I am a parent and I guess this as typical as it gets!