Being the Perfect Dad: December 2011
So there I was yesterday, prouder than I have ever been of my team during the game-for 39 minutes.
They played their best game of the year and they did it without any of the thuggish behavior that has occurred in games past. Sure, you could tell there was some woofing going on. Trash talk is part of the game sometimes, especially when you get a bunch of 20-something men together. In fact, I sometimes walk through a Walmart and trash talk the managers there.
They may listen to rap music. They may refer to themselves as gangstas or talk about putting the other team in a body bag-metaphorically; but that is where it needs to end. Especially when you are on full scholarship representing a university on a court in front of paying fans-AND THEIR CHILDREN.
You want to fight somebody during or after a game? Go back to your neighborhood playground. Don't get paid to represent my school, where I would love my son to go for free, and then instigate or participate in a brawl.
It was like watching my son being born...and then finding out I wasn't the father. (No, this did not happen to me).
Watching the game was like watching boys learn how to play tough and SMART and like the better team, and I was proud to be their fan; only to find out at the end that they were not proud to be my team.
Posted by Steve at 5:33 AM 5 comments:
Being the Perfect Dad: December 2011
So there I was yesterday, prouder than I have ever been of my team during the game-for 39 minutes.
They played their best game of the year and they did it without any of the thuggish behavior that has occurred in games past. Sure, you could tell there was some woofing going on. Trash talk is part of the game sometimes, especially when you get a bunch of 20-something men together. In fact, I sometimes walk through a Walmart and trash talk the managers there.
They may listen to rap music. They may refer to themselves as gangstas or talk about putting the other team in a body bag-metaphorically; but that is where it needs to end. Especially whe
n you are on full scholarship representing a university on a court in front of paying fans-AND THEIR CHILDREN.
You want to fight somebody during or after a game? Go back to your neighborhood playground. Don't get paid to represent my school, where I would love my son to go for free, and then instigate or participate in a brawl.
It was like watching my son being born...and then finding out I wasn't the father. (No, this did not happen to me).
Watching the game was like watching boys learn how to play tough and SMART and like the better team, and I was proud to be their fan; only to find out at the end that they were not proud to be my team.
Posted by Steve at 5:33 AM 5 comments: