The Evil Spawn loves sports.
I used to.
I don’t remember the exact date my relationship changed with athletics, but it was around the time I became a principal.
That’s when I started watching the crowd instead of the game.
No longer was I focusing on the players.
Now I got to spend hours and hours watching people scream.
Scream at the game. The referees. The coaches. The scorekeeper. The players. And on very special occasions when they just couldn’t take it anymore… each other.
I’ve never understood this.
If you ask parents (and grandparents), they will tell you they love their children’s games. They look forward to them.
They plan their schedules so they can be there. They make sacrifices to get their children to practices. They commit their hard-earned money to shoes and equipment.
Yet, as I look up into the crowd I don’t see a lot of happiness and smiles.
I see anger, paranoia, nerves, and bitterness.
Why is this?
Why can’t people take athletics for what they are.
They are a moment in time. They are life.
And just like life, they don’t always turn out the way you want.
Sports should be used as a teaching opportunity on how to deal with success. And failure.
How to get along with others. How to find your place in a situation bigger than yourself.
How to lose (and just for the record… losing is okay).
Kids should grow up and only have wonderful memories from their time participating in athletics.
They shouldn’t leave the experience with a headache from all the screaming.