We aren't the champions, my friends
A month ago I decided to do something adventurous and coach little girls softball. We have a small team of seven but some great players and more importantly, a group of great kids. Tonight was our first game -- the Southside Flames against the Centerpoint Angels and they beat us 5-2. Our highlights were an amazing home run by my all-star first baseman, Bre, and a couple of great defensive plays by the infield pitcher, short stop and first baseman. I have always hated the parents that take the game too seriously, but I definitely did it tonight as head coach and I have my tail tucked a little bit in retrospect. The lack of organization on the grown-ups part was embarrassing. Our field was not chalked and had no bases when I got there to find out that it was my responsibility to do all that. There were all kinds of rules questions and problems between our umpire and the Centerfield coach who felt like he needed to question our line-up every third batter or so (like this was some kind of trophy match).
I really am going to try to calm down for next game and remember that these are kids who don't need to feel stressed out by the game, but as a kid I did get worked up about games. I cried, threw helmets around and spent a lot of time going over everything that went wrong and how strange that all those emotions have come back. I am not saying they are right or justified; they are just there. I was never a so much a sore loser, just a passionate player and that applies to all realms of my life. The sting of defeat doesn't really go away for me, but I am not going to stop caring and regardless of the negative feedback I seem to be getting from some of the small-minded, "I'm in it for my kid only" parents, I will get back out there and make a better go of it next game. After all, I have a bunch of eight- and seven-year-olds depending on me.
I really am going to try to calm down for next game and remember that these are kids who don't need to feel stressed out by the game, but as a kid I did get worked up about games. I cried, threw helmets around and spent a lot of time going over everything that went wrong and how strange that all those emotions have come back. I am not saying they are right or justified; they are just there. I was never a so much a sore loser, just a passionate player and that applies to all realms of my life. The sting of defeat doesn't really go away for me, but I am not going to stop caring and regardless of the negative feedback I seem to be getting from some of the small-minded, "I'm in it for my kid only" parents, I will get back out there and make a better go of it next game. After all, I have a bunch of eight- and seven-year-olds depending on me.
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