Category Archives: Youth Sports

Say It Ain’t So

Just your basic mid-week game. No streaming video today so I clicked on the stats link to follow Kyle and the Redhawks as they take on Penn State at home in Oxford, Ohio. A true field of dreams.

As I clicked from the stats page to my email, to an open document the pings started rolling in on imessage…Kansas has pulled out of the NCAA tourney. Wait, now NCAA has cancelled March madness – THIS is madness. It’s bottom of the 3rd in Miami and the Hawks are down 1-0.

Then a message from Jack…their team bus has turned around mid-trip to Pepperdine for their weekend series. What? The games are off. Kyle’s up in Oxford. A single to right! An alert on twitter: MLB Spring training is cancelled. What? THIS is madness…say it ain’t so!

Click over to the game happening in Oxford – could this be the only baseball game happening in the USA today? Miami pulls ahead in the 5th it’s 3-1 go Redhawks!

Another text from Jack – their college baseball season is suspended. The disbelief, disappointment confusion is palpable even via text message. I click over to twitter – NCAA has cancelled all championships and spring sports. Slowly it becomes clear: this happening – this is the last baseball game. The boys in Oxford have no idea – they’re just playing a ball game.

The seniors have no idea that they quite likely playing the last game of their baseball career.

The last baseball game. You know it’s coming. For those of us on the bleachers and those on the field you know it’s a gift to get to keep playing and watching your kid through high school, then college…maybe you make it to the next level but at some point – it’s the last game. For our part, we thought – well, it’s quite likely this May – maybe they’ll stretch it to the spring tourney. Travel plans are in place to take in as many in person as possible…soak it up, the end will come. Soak it up.

Kyle’s up again, bottom of the 8th – another single! Thank God – because we know what he doesn’t – that was likely his last at bat. Because this is not just a mid-week game. This is the twilight zone, this is no longer baseball season, no longer college basketball tourney season, no longer spring training season – it’s “Corona Virus season.” Kyle’s waved home! Miami stretches the lead to 4-1!

The heartache is real, it’s physical. These athletes – these kids – have not known a day without thinking about their sport. It’s a workout, a practice, hitting, planning meals, fitting in homework, sleep, social life – it ALL revolves around the game. The beautiful game. The last game.

Miami wins! Final 5-1! Game 1 of a 3 game series, that won’t be played out. As I gaze at the final on the stats page I can see it in my mind’s eye as clear as it was last week – the team is high-fiving, criss-crossing the pitchers mound shaking the other team’s hands, then, routine as ever, heading to the outfield to hear from coach. It’s the post-game talk they could have not imagined. The one they are not ready to hear. The one they will never be ready to hear. How do you tell them? How can you prepare for the last game?

I click off the screen. A short while later my phone rings and Kyle’s image pops up. Please, please say it ain’t so.

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Tears of an Athlete

There’s no crying in baseball. And in football…

Watching Paxton Lynch in tears on the sidelines yesterday during the Broncos/Raiders game tore at my heartstrings. It immediately transported me back to those games my own kids played in that ended in tears or grappling with tears, hours of silence and retreats to their bedrooms to try to reconcile their emotions. My kids are of the male type which adds another layer to the agony of defeat. Let’s face it, when we see a female group of athletes letting their emotions run over we don’t blink an eye. When their male counterparts can’t keep the intense emotion from literally overflowing, there’s a level of judgement. Regardless of the age or gender or level of the athlete, the pressure and emotion associated with playing a sport is real, it’s intense, and it deserves a little space and a little respect. Here are the three occasions where we grappled with the tears of an athlete:

THE LAST GAME. For most youth athletes, this is the last game of their senior season. More often than not it ends on a loss, not a win. For those select few the reality that their time as an athlete has likely come to an end is overshadowed by the hoist of a championship trophy. But for the majority, it’s the stark reality: this is the last time I’ll play a game with these guys. I remember when my oldest was a sophomore in high school and was invited to dress for a varsity playoff game. They lost. When Kyle met us in the parking lot he was pie-eyed. The first words out of his mouth were “I’ve never seen that many guys crying.” Then he said: “I have about 16 more football games in my whole life.” The last game is tough. The majority won’t play an organized sport again and the loss of that last game, the loss of that team bond, the brotherhood or sisterhood of team sports – it’s tough. The tears need to flow.

THE MIGHTY CASEY STRIKES OUT. If your kid was ever the hero of the game, the day they can’t deliver in that same pressure situation is a day for a good cry. The amount of pressure we (the collective we: parents, coaches, other parents…) put on our youth athletes today – and the amount of pressure they put on themselves is completely out of control. But it’s real. When they get in the car, when they arrive home after that loss and believe they let their team down – give them space, let them wallow, pout, shut off for a bit. And make no mistake, it can be almost as hard for a parent to watch their kid go through this. But, it’s part of life – we fall, we get up…my kids are the young men they are because they had to grapple with these disappointments. “First world disappointments” for sure, but it’s all relative in my book. But p.s. after a reasonable amount of time of wallowing – be the parent and help them snap out of it.

SEASON ENDING INJURY. Whether a youth athlete, a high school or college student-athlete, or a professional, the shock and frustration of an injury that takes them out for the season is more than a disappointment. Their mindset for months has likely been homed in on the next season. They’ve practiced, trained, and looked forward to this day, this time. A recent study showed a positive association between a healthy life outlook and an event to look forward to. Having something in the future that we rely on has a physical effect on us. For the athlete, this sudden shift is truly an emotionally catastrophic turn of events. Yesterday, a highly regarded QB tried to endure not only a poor performance on the field, but then a season and possibly career ending injury. His entire life up to this point had been preparing him for this day – only to come crushing down. Yes, he is a highly paid professional. Yes there are worse things that can happen to a person and in fact are happening to humans every day on the planet. But in that moment, in that world, tears flow. Let them.

 

 

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LESS IS MORE

I’m not going to start this entry by apologizing for not blogging for weeks – but, I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to blog for weeks! The irony is, observing, managing and volunteering for my kids’ collective 4 teams has occupied most of my non-work life over the past few months, arguably generating TONS of content for TFTB! Here’s what has gone down, nutshell version, in the last 45 days: baseball season with new coach who in his real life trains military special ops, winter football workouts with new “dedicated” trainer,  trip with varsity baseball team and parents to AZ (new group for us…), two college visits, two football camps, and a run in with a coach from youth baseball as a high school coach (who used metaphors about boobs as baseballs when he coached my kid in 5th grade ball…)  Yeah, much to catch up on.

In the meantime, my neighbor, we’ll call her Sherry, is on the other end of the spectrum with her son, we’ll call him Joey –  just jumping into the thrill of it all, she sent me a note earlier in the spring:

“Had to write and give you big kudos for having two boys who are in multiple sports.  Today was Joey’s 1st soccer game (1st practice was 3 days prior) and 1st t-ball practice.   After watching the majority “of players” run around without objective and spend more time trying to take their teammates hat, play tag etc- I realized it has to get less comical and exasperating or you would surely be on the funny farm. Here’s hoping I’m not the first to go.”

Ohhhhh, Sherry…. hahahahahaha. That is rich! Did you catch that? “It must get less comical and exasperating..”  Stop, wait…hold on let me just regain control…

I don’t have the heart to tell her that she will really need to seek some sort of crutch, routine, or other, in order to maintain the “it’s not me it’s them” perspective for the next few years. And by next few years I mean, the kid’s in coach pitch baseball, so he’s still got: kid pitch, tryouts, competitive baseball…not to mention juggling the same in both sports – wait, are you adding football or lax to the mix? will he? will his friends? to say nothing of the input that will  inevitably come from Dad…has he weighed in yet on what sports will bring THE OFFERS?  All of this excitement is yet to come.  And this is all before he gets out of middle school. Sherry, you won’t be the first to go to the funny farm – many, many have gone before you, and most are parents on one of my kids’ teams! Cheers!

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photo credit: J-K Photography Parker Colorado. http://www.j-kphotography.net/

 

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It’s Simple Really…

So, a great article on what makes a great sports parent, or a nightmare sports parent –  can be found by clicking here from Bruce E. Brown and Rob Miller.

Bottom line?  Ride home (very important.) Get in car, start car, turn to child: ” You know? I love to watch you play!”  Add hug, high five, fist bump, kiss, whatever… then, shut it. What I love about this piece is that they ASKED KIDS…kids who are playing, and “kids” who played…college kids and grads.  Overwhelmingly, kids really just don’t want you to criticize or coach.  Favorite take away: “let them bring the game to you.”  In other words “if I want your advice I’ll ask for it…”

Have fun out there this weekend, and if there needs to be some sort of anonymous “shaming” to keep the nightmare parents in line…drop us a line at TFTB!

@tftbleachers on twitter,OR click to email

 

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100 Games in 100 Days – Day 1-5

Day 1.  June 1: Baseball. A harsh loss is dealt to our newly formed summer HS team. New chemistry, new field. And new whiners.  Here’s how it works: HS Baseball season is Spring. Super short. Move to Summer ball through July.  Every year there is a new crop of Freshmen. This year, a few made JV, most made Freshmen team, some got cut. Ouch. Here is another opportunity to observe the tendency for parents to turn a blind eye to a child’s possible short-comings in a particular sport. It should be noted that most kids, whether 5, 15 or 25 roll with it all.  When we refer to Whiners, kooks, freaks and nut-jobs in this blog, we’re pretty much always referring to the parents 😉  We do observe some off-spring that are just real gems from time to time, but in those cases rest assured that you’ll know it’s a pre or just post-pubescent we are talking about…next….

Day 2. June 2nd: Basketball.  Here’s how summer hoops works – you play a couple times a week, usually back to back games.  Unfortunately, Jack decided to really kick off his summer with a day at the pool, followed by running amok, followed by a sleep over at a friends.  Hmm, the walking dead on the court today.  As we say in summer ball…”hey, it’s summer ball.”

Day 3.  June 3rdt: Baseball.  Much better day at the diamond!  Except for one very sad note, big sis home from college shows up with beverages for all – mom promptly shuts that down. Newsflash: playing at High School fields has its drawbacks.  Okay one drawback…yeah, no Red Solo Cupping.  Where is the tiki bar at Steamboat little league fields when you need it?

Day 4. June 4th. Basketball.  We got a howler!  Finally, a game with a crazy mama.  Did I mention that summer hoops is usually a mellow affair? Really just a few weeks of (a lot) of fancy practices – technically tho, games (refs, fans, uniforms, for reals.)  So with that, of course, comes a few that take EVERY performance as to the death, serious, potential college scholarships on the line…hey mama!  So yes, she is getting her whoot whoot on – on one hand thrilling (that spirit resulted in this blog after all) but on the other, extremely out of proportion for the event.  Onward crazy mama, onward.

Day 5.  June 5th. Baseball.  Friend’s youth ball player’s game. T-ball and “coach pitch” – those who are there, and those who have been there – dropped pop ups, running directly from 1st to 3rd, tears, tantrums…love it, funny, super cute right?  Not for the father who has been counting the days for his kid to hit the sand lot…this is NOT cute, this is NOT funny.  You, sir, have a long road ahead – and Mrs. Father?  Batten down the hatches.  On a lighter note, the whole outing was made worthwhile when our neighbor’s boy (not to be confused with crazy dad referenced herein,) after donning an athletic cup for his first time, promptly yanked it out and handed it to mom immediately following the game: “here you go mom.”  “Thanks honey, thank you very much.”  And….there off!

next up FOOTBALL SCRIMMAGE!  (Weird, but I can’t wait…what is happening to me?)

Oxygen anyone? (my kids LOVE that joke!)

Oxygen anyone? (my kids LOVE that joke!)

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