Today let me just share a stream of conscience with you.
The manager of my son's soccer team is a tool. Not sure there is a better word to describe him. I won't make fun of his inability to use spell check to proof his largely incoherent emails. I won't point out the fact that his mastery of the English language is only slightly above that of a third grader, but I will point out that he is a tool. He should check his ambitions at the door, acknowledge that he never played professional soccer and that he should shut the heck up...How about we re institute "playground rules". I'd like to see how many of the big shots and blowhards we run into daily would behave if you could just call them out and go straight to fisticuffs. I am guessing their behavior would, in most cases, be much changed. I have no problem mixing it up. Never have, but I do have the scars to prove it (I was not always the victor). Let's see if some of the tough guys out there are really "tough"..Obama, I cannot remember a President who talked so much and did so little (though Clinton's hobnobbing with the pop stars, movie stars and other social illiterate made a run at it). Why doesn't he put his head down and get to work like the rest of us. I don't know about you but I don't give a crap about where he vacations; and, quite frankly, given how tough things are for everyone here, think he should pass on the photo ops in Hawaii, Maine or Martha's Vineyard and do some damn work. Better yet, maybe he could do us all a favor, admit he is in way over his head and resign...While Obama is at it, maybe he can take all of Congress with him...How, as a nation, are we so stupid as to be unable to pass term limitations? Service in government was never meant to be a career. That is called bureaucracy...Better even still, how about we put in term limits and pay each member of Congress (and the President) $1 a year in salary. We will give them room and board but nothing else and maybe then only people who really want to do the job, for the right reasons, will do it...Why does anyone watch the news any more? Just read the op ed, assuming one can read. The news channels have become op eds themselves and a disgrace...Speaking of disgrace, why are we wasting tax payer money on the two escaped convicts who raped and murdered 3/4s of a Chesire, CT family (the father, a local doctor survived the ordeal but is now reliving it through the prosecution of the trial). Tell you what, if no one else will, I will pull the switch. Save us all a couple dollars. I don't really want to hear how these two degenerates had it hard before they stumbled on this family, forcing the mother to withdraw $15,000 from her local bank while they held her two daughters hostage, then raping her and ultimately killing the two girls as they set the house on fire and the girls were chained to a radiator in the house. It is tough out there for everyone. Some just should not be given a second chance. Just flip the switch...And how about Braylon Edwards? aside from his personal grooming habits, why was he allowed to play football last week? He was arrested after blowing more than 2 times the legal limit at 5:15am. This is the same guy who left Cleveland, having supposedly making amends for smacking his then girlfriend by contributing some cash to make the story go away. Ah, and yes, who was he out partying with? The NY Jet who hit and killed an immigrant worker around the same time in the morning a few years back while drunk as a skunk. he, too, paid money and professed "remorse" to lighten his punishment. Nice...Did I leave anyone or anything out?
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
People Are Crazy
So my oldest is playing travel soccer this year. He loves the game, and, despite being his father and having an opinion of less than honest objectivity, he is good. He has always been able to boot the heck out the ball with either left or right feet and has great field vision. He is a natural roving midfielder. He should be. His mother played at Colorado State and was a pretty stellar player herself, winning 3 state titles while is high school in Colorado before playing collegiately (clearly nothing rubbing off from me).
That is the extent of my "putting on the crazy". That is my brag about my own child's ability. That is the limit of my lunacy when it comes to my children and their participation in athletics. That is not the depth of depravity and lunacy which I have seen of late.
It may be that my children are getting older and thus experiencing that transition to more competitive sports from the pleasantries and niceties of rec league. It may be that my town of Camelot has let too many heathens across the border to take up stakes and spread their social plague. It may be that the whole world is just turning on its head as we prepare for the approach of the 4 horsemen. What ever the case, I wanted to relay a more than amusing incident which occurred this past week.
On my son's travel soccer team are some very nice people. They, of course, are part of the kingdom of Camelot, so they live as happy vassals amid the golden spires and streets of our fair community. On our team there are some not so nice people, who when quiet can be tolerated. And, on our team there are some less than savoury characters. Amusingly they are the most vocal (with the least reason to be...vocal).
One such master of black magic is our team manager. He is passionate about the "beautiful" game - to the point of distraction - and his inability to put a governor on his mouth (as exhibited through his emails) has proven to be a problem for team unity, and, potentially, his physical well-being. After the boys' very first game, this manager (a voluntary position) felt the need to castigate the coach via an email to all the parents. He followed this up with further penning, critiquing the coaching talent and pointing out the short-comings of the team play. This escalated into a name calling debacle with one of the other parents on the team, who requested that her family be removed from the stream of vitriol, and ended with the husband of the offended family physically threatening the crazy sorcerer of book keeping and logistics (all these emails of accusation and reaction were copied to all the parents on the team).
This is a 3rd grade travel soccer team. The manager's son is not Lionel Messi (though his dad has clearly brain-washed him with hours of Messi's highlight reels, which has not served the lad well). These are young boys who have much to develop by learning and playing different positions (by the way, the manager's son has only played left or right inner, choosing the perceived glory of offense over defense - I feel exactly the opposite about which is the better discipline to play). This is again a case of parents trying to fulfill some sense of long lost prospect of their own talent and inabilities through transference to their children. There is no excuse for this. The boys do not benefit. The team does not benefit. The game does not benefit.
When do we start psychological screening for all those parents who want to be involved, or even watch, their children in athletics?
I think it all comes back to border control. Let's keep Camelot the gleaming beacon of hope, and the Riders of the Apocalypse at bay. Let's take back all the corners of our castle. Let's separate the loonies from the bin.
Until we do, can we all just watch the game and shut the hell up.
That is the extent of my "putting on the crazy". That is my brag about my own child's ability. That is the limit of my lunacy when it comes to my children and their participation in athletics. That is not the depth of depravity and lunacy which I have seen of late.
It may be that my children are getting older and thus experiencing that transition to more competitive sports from the pleasantries and niceties of rec league. It may be that my town of Camelot has let too many heathens across the border to take up stakes and spread their social plague. It may be that the whole world is just turning on its head as we prepare for the approach of the 4 horsemen. What ever the case, I wanted to relay a more than amusing incident which occurred this past week.
On my son's travel soccer team are some very nice people. They, of course, are part of the kingdom of Camelot, so they live as happy vassals amid the golden spires and streets of our fair community. On our team there are some not so nice people, who when quiet can be tolerated. And, on our team there are some less than savoury characters. Amusingly they are the most vocal (with the least reason to be...vocal).
One such master of black magic is our team manager. He is passionate about the "beautiful" game - to the point of distraction - and his inability to put a governor on his mouth (as exhibited through his emails) has proven to be a problem for team unity, and, potentially, his physical well-being. After the boys' very first game, this manager (a voluntary position) felt the need to castigate the coach via an email to all the parents. He followed this up with further penning, critiquing the coaching talent and pointing out the short-comings of the team play. This escalated into a name calling debacle with one of the other parents on the team, who requested that her family be removed from the stream of vitriol, and ended with the husband of the offended family physically threatening the crazy sorcerer of book keeping and logistics (all these emails of accusation and reaction were copied to all the parents on the team).
This is a 3rd grade travel soccer team. The manager's son is not Lionel Messi (though his dad has clearly brain-washed him with hours of Messi's highlight reels, which has not served the lad well). These are young boys who have much to develop by learning and playing different positions (by the way, the manager's son has only played left or right inner, choosing the perceived glory of offense over defense - I feel exactly the opposite about which is the better discipline to play). This is again a case of parents trying to fulfill some sense of long lost prospect of their own talent and inabilities through transference to their children. There is no excuse for this. The boys do not benefit. The team does not benefit. The game does not benefit.
When do we start psychological screening for all those parents who want to be involved, or even watch, their children in athletics?
I think it all comes back to border control. Let's keep Camelot the gleaming beacon of hope, and the Riders of the Apocalypse at bay. Let's take back all the corners of our castle. Let's separate the loonies from the bin.
Until we do, can we all just watch the game and shut the hell up.
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