June 28, 2005
more stupid people
I read this story and gagged. What in the hell do the "adults" in charge think they are teaching their children? I dunno. But whatever the hell it is, it isn't a good lesson.
I played sports for a lot of my life. I played on good teams and bad teams, and I have tasted the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. You have to know BOTH to appreciate either.
I always dreamed of being a CHAMPION at something in life, and I worked hard to achieve that goal. But I never was The Best. I was good, but ALWAYS, I found somebody else out there who was better than I was.
I took away a lesson that didn't crush my ego or destroy my self-esteem. I learned, first of all, that I could compete with the best. I might not win, but just getting there was more than most people ever imagined.
Second, I learned that hard work pays off. Even if you're not The Best, you took what you had to work with and did The Best you could with it. That's nothing to be ashamed of.
"[Another] team told us they didn't want their boys' self-esteem battered," said Trina Cochran, mother of 11-year-old Stars player Mario Cochran.
Yeah. Spare the delicate little darlings from getting their asses whipped in a ball game and then turn them loose in the REAL world. I'm certain that no battering of their precious self-esteem will EVER happen there.
I like winning a lot more than I like losing, and I don't care WHAT game we're playing. I'm going to batter your self-esteem if I can. I'm not the only person who feels that way, either. The world is full of 'em.
You'd better prepare your children for it, too. Pussifying them is NOT the answer.
Well try registering a boy for POP WARNER Football or MIDGET football....if they are "too big" (as my sons were) they will be told "sorry, no can do"
Football, a BIG MANS GAME....yet the mothers who run Pop Warner and Midget football decide that who gets on the team is based on WEIGHT and SIZE (rather than age)....
So, my sons (big boys) were told they were "too big" to play
My daughter was told that she could not play T-ball this past season because she was to small. Then when I go to my son's game I see a fucking retarted kid playing T-ball. I asked the coach what the fuck and his reply was they needed to be more inclusive. Just more wussification of Americas youth. I guess we should kick the Braves out of the NL west for winning the pennant so many times. What is it now thirteen. MORONS and PUSSIES are taking over.
That should be the NL EAST. Sorry I had a brain fart.
"Fat women (and men) should be ridiculed. The holier-than-thou fatties have been harping for years about cigarettess, the whipping boy of the 90's & 00's. Yet diseases caused by Orca-ness costs more tax dollars than old geezers with ashy lungs. You fatties want respect, then stop spending your paychecks on Oreos and Crisco."
Posted by Ruth at June 26, 2005 08:26 PM
I dont get the connection MISTY...
My sons arent fat, they are tall and big.
William is 16 years old, 6 foot 2" tall and 250 lbs....Eric is17 and 6ft even, and 180 lbs....
Birth weight Eric was 9lbs 8 oz....
William was 10 lbs 9oz....
Big kids, but not obese...
But maybe you had some other point?
Oh, sorry Ruth, maybe I just didn't bother to find out the whole story and jumped to conclusions without finding out what was REALLY going on...
What was I supposed to think? I was going by your comments, and I had bothered to read what you had previously written.
So, Your point being?
Just remember that some people actually do read ALL, and remember that next time you make a statement.
Misty, BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS
Ruth - after what you called me before, I am dissapointed by your rejoinder.
"Yeah. Spare the delicate little darlings from getting their asses whipped in a ball game and then turn them loose in the REAL world. I'm certain that no battering of their precious self-esteem will EVER happen there."
Hell, let the little bastards come onto Gutrumbles and take a Democratic position like I do.......now THAT's a lesson in survival.
Hmm. Usually I agree with the Acidman on just about every damn thing, but this time I followed the trackback and read the story. I got the feeling that there is a lot more to the story here.
My experience in kid's baseball wasn't in the national Little League, just a league some Dads put together so the kids could learn how to play ball. They took index cards with the kids' names, addresses, phone numbers, etc., shuffled them up, and dealt them to the coaches. You got three fat kids? Tough. You got the 'star' pitcher? Lucky you.
But the teams were constructed randomly, with wildly different skill levels randomly distributed among the teams. (They also had some other rules which I agreed with for kids' baseball, like the batting order was the entire team -- one through fifteen -- no pinch hitters. Everybody got their swings).
Sounds like the folks here had something like that going on, and then THIS team shows up. Recruited for talent. No team-building at the first practices, since they were already a team.
Sure, the kids are the same age. But when you have a team "cherry-picked" for talent put into a league where the other teams have already been constructed at random, well, now you have a situation where the other teams are set up for failure. The "super" team has been built to an entirely different set of rules than the other teams. This is called "cheating".
I'm not saying that the kids on the late-coming team shouldn't play in the league. But the league's attitude should have been, "Sure you can play in the league. Each of the existing teams can use a couple more guys." And then "draft out" the players to the exsiting teams -- at random, of couse.
Competition IS a great teacher. I remember that summer fancying I was a pitcher, and I remember really well how it felt the afternoon I got shelled when I learned I wasn't. But I can imagine how it must have felt for the kids from a "random" team going into a game against cherry-picked all-stars, knowing that the "fix" was in before the first pitch is even thrown. It's one of the few times an 11 year old can whine "It's not FAIR!", and be RIGHT.
Sure, life isn't fair. It isn't fair that I can't throw a fastball like Randy Johnson (oh, well). But kids' baseball should be -- at least in the sense that the kids should all be playing under the same rules.