Today I want to talk about Soccer parents or any sport parents. My son plays for a traveling team outside of our district. When we first came here, we wasn't too impressed with the quality of his district team. We meet some nice people who introduced us to the coach from another district. He was real nice and gave my son a try out. That was six years ago and he has been playing for them every since.
They were a very good team and won a lot more games then they lost. They even won the Edinboro Tournament twice out of the three times they went. At the end of the indoor season, they played a very awsome last game. We could not wait to start the Spring outdoor season. We were already talking about Edinboro. Little did we know that things would quickly fall apart.
It turns out that four of the parents were unhappy with our coach. They felt that their kids did not get enough playing time. They anti-coach faction ended up taking over the Soccer Assoc. We orignally started the season with two teams, however, the anti-coach team did not have enough players. So, what they did was to disband the pro-coach team and put the extra kids into the anti-coach team. Now our good coach has no team to coach. They told his assistant that if he "didn't like it, he could take his ball and go home." Needless to say, he went home.
Four of the best players on the team quite and ended up playing up an age group. That left us with a team that is challanged when it comes to winning. We haven't won a game since. Instead of a winning team, we now have a feel good team, where all the players are equal and feel good about themselves. Well, that really sucks. Life is not equal and when you get to be 14 years old, it is time you find that out. Everyone is good at something. You just have to find out what it is. The kids understand that there is a pecking order, the parents just can't accept it.
If you had all the kids on the field and threw them a ball, they would play and have a good time. Add into the dish, parents and you have a mess. So, that is what we now have. A great team desroyed by parents who can't accept that another kids might get just a little more playing time then theirs. I would rather be a back up player on the Boston Red Soxs when they won the series, then a starting player for the Pirates. Same with our soccer team. I'm sure that the kids now losing every game would rather play a little less and win a few more games.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Turkey Running
Today I went I was pretty excited. The weather was nice and my knee wasn't hurting. I couldn't wait to get up and go running at the Park. After I got everything together, I was on my way.
About half-way there the woman DJ on the radio said something like, "Good luck to all the turkey hunters out there." I thought, "Shit, I'm not ready to get shot." I had left my blaze orange vest at home. I took it out of my bag because deer season was over and I didn't think I needed it any longer. Well it was too late to turn back.
I was hoping maybe no one would be out there hunting. I knew I was sadly mistaken when I started seeing cars parked on the side of the road. I pulled into the parking lot at the trail head of Heritage trail. There was already two cars parked there. Luckly one of them had a fisherman in it. I can deal with fishermen.
I got out and begain running, well actually walking because there is a serious hill at the start of this trail. At the top of it I begain running. I had on black shorts and a black long sleeve shirt. I starting thinking that maybe one of the turky hunters out in the woods may think that I am a black bear and take a shot at me. I quickly took it off. I finished the rest of the run with a grey tank top.
I ran up the Heritage trail and right after I passed the cutoff to Camp trail I ran into my first turkey hunter. This guy was a real pro. He had two decoys out and was sitting in a blind. I pulled up but he motioned me on. He was right off the trail so I stopped to talk to him. I told him I hoped that I didn't scare anything away. He said "No, I've been trying to call one down from the ridge all morning but hid won't come down. " I wished him luck and continued on.
I ran up to Buckskin Trail and followed it to Niclous road where I caught the Forrest trail. I would end up following the Forrest trail to the end. I felt really good and had no problems with my knee. It's a strange thing but whenever I run on trials I have no problems with my knee. If I run on the road more then 12 miles, then my knee hurts. That's one reason I like trails so much.
Well I came out of the woods with no problem. I was a little wet because it rain a little at the end.
When I got home, I was looking forward to my son's in house soccer game. It was scheduled for 1130. It started raining and thundering a little. We thought that they would cancel it but they did not. It stopped raining and the sun came out. My son did not want to go. I got a little ill with him and gave him the line about commentment and the importance of helping with the team.
Afterwards, my wife spoke to me and reminded me that he plays soccer all the time and goes to every game. He deserves a break every now and then, besides it was just an in house game. She was right of course and I felt bad about it. I apologized to him and hope he wouldn't hold it against me. I'm sure he won't.
About half-way there the woman DJ on the radio said something like, "Good luck to all the turkey hunters out there." I thought, "Shit, I'm not ready to get shot." I had left my blaze orange vest at home. I took it out of my bag because deer season was over and I didn't think I needed it any longer. Well it was too late to turn back.
I was hoping maybe no one would be out there hunting. I knew I was sadly mistaken when I started seeing cars parked on the side of the road. I pulled into the parking lot at the trail head of Heritage trail. There was already two cars parked there. Luckly one of them had a fisherman in it. I can deal with fishermen.
I got out and begain running, well actually walking because there is a serious hill at the start of this trail. At the top of it I begain running. I had on black shorts and a black long sleeve shirt. I starting thinking that maybe one of the turky hunters out in the woods may think that I am a black bear and take a shot at me. I quickly took it off. I finished the rest of the run with a grey tank top.
I ran up the Heritage trail and right after I passed the cutoff to Camp trail I ran into my first turkey hunter. This guy was a real pro. He had two decoys out and was sitting in a blind. I pulled up but he motioned me on. He was right off the trail so I stopped to talk to him. I told him I hoped that I didn't scare anything away. He said "No, I've been trying to call one down from the ridge all morning but hid won't come down. " I wished him luck and continued on.
I ran up to Buckskin Trail and followed it to Niclous road where I caught the Forrest trail. I would end up following the Forrest trail to the end. I felt really good and had no problems with my knee. It's a strange thing but whenever I run on trials I have no problems with my knee. If I run on the road more then 12 miles, then my knee hurts. That's one reason I like trails so much.
Well I came out of the woods with no problem. I was a little wet because it rain a little at the end.
When I got home, I was looking forward to my son's in house soccer game. It was scheduled for 1130. It started raining and thundering a little. We thought that they would cancel it but they did not. It stopped raining and the sun came out. My son did not want to go. I got a little ill with him and gave him the line about commentment and the importance of helping with the team.
Afterwards, my wife spoke to me and reminded me that he plays soccer all the time and goes to every game. He deserves a break every now and then, besides it was just an in house game. She was right of course and I felt bad about it. I apologized to him and hope he wouldn't hold it against me. I'm sure he won't.
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