Go Ducks/Giants/Fat Kid Soccer Team!

My favorite thing about any of the many generic "underdog kids sport team goes from ragtag to professional" movies is that there's always one black kid on the team, and there's always one attractive white kid who's mom is in love with the coach. During the final game, where the underdogs prove their true grit, the camera always pans back and forth between the actual game and the black kid's dad and the white kid's mom, who are the only people in a relatively lifeless crowd screaming their bloody heads off. Inevitably, when the final play happens that wins the match, or the game, or the big bag of chocolate, or whatever, there is a shot where the black dad and the white mom get uber-emotional and hug each other. It always gets me right here .
I would like, just once, for the white mom to go home with the black dad. Show that, Disney, you bunch of racist bastards. How come she always goes home with pretty boy Emilio Estevez/Rick Moranis? Why can't Ms. White ever ditch Mr. Green and Professor Plum for Mr. Black?