Sports Revelation

Sport Is Good

Leaves are changing from brilliant bright colors to falling to the ground as the college football season draws to an end. The stadiums are packed and the crowds are screaming and cheering. A loss means no chance to get into the tournament of 4 known as the NCAA college football playoffs. Fans are screaming…screaming…

Wait, I actually do hear screaming.

I shake my head to get free from the day dream of old epic brick buildings with green grass and vibrant fall foliage echo with tackles of gridiron gladiators to realize the screaming is real. I’m standing in the middle of chaos. I’m at a 4 year old birthday party at an indoor bounce house and I definitely hear the sound of a terrified child screaming. I see a parent quickly discard their shoes and dive head first into the entrance of a massive blow up obstacle course. Somewhere in this bounce house on steroids is a child stuck and screaming.

Yes today is Saturday. And yes, today is a Saturday when there is college football being played. In the back recesses of my mind, which I barely use, I remember some talking head sports announcer saying, “Every game now is important.”

Important, that’s a funny word. It’s also funny to think we, as fans, attach so much importance to every game of our favorite team. Importance is all relative, especially when you hear a scream from your child from the depths of a massive bounce house. The score of the football game seems pretty insignificant as you kick off your shoes and dive head first into life sized castle with blow up ramps and inflatable barriers you must defeat to rescue your terrified 4 year old.

I took away a few life lessons from this 4 year old birthday party. And yes, I was there with my kids (what, did you think i was there by myself, what type of creeper do you think I am????). I was talking with a couple of fathers as our children ran, and jumped, and fell, and tackled unsupervised. I’m sure the high school employees of this bounce house pride themselves in safety.

As the party was winding down and the kids were eating pizza and cake, I again was talking with some of the dads. The father of the birthday girl happened to play soccer in college, and many of the other fathers were at some point his teammates. So it was only natural that many of our kids had recently tried their hands at this sport of soccer. We all started to laugh as we all discussed our kids initial attempts of playing organized soccer. Most of our kids ages ranged from 3 – 6.And no matter how much of a disaster the soccer experience was, and every single father had a gleam in his eye.

It was amazing hearing stories about kids as they continued to play an this organized sport. Many of the stories were the same. Little Billy would not go onto the field without holding the hand of a parent or he would cry. Or little Jimmy would cry when other players ran up to get his ball, which he would undoubtedly pick up to protect.

As the season progressed something magical happens, Little Billy doesn’t need the hand of his parent. There is no more crying. Suddenly, Billy is at the right place at the right time and an errand shot bounces off his leg and he scores! There is something that pulls and tugs deep in a parents heart when your 3 year old, or 4 year old, runs into your arms for a hug after scoring their very first goal. There is something special when your child is no longer afraid of other’s taking his, or her, soccer ball and instead dribbles past the oncoming amoeba-like-blob of other kids to go to goal.

Sports teach perseverance (just ask this year’s Cleveland Brown’s they don’t quit), confidence, the power of team work, and the importance of responsibility. Sports give fathers a common bound to discuss at a 4 year old’s birthday, and they give fans a common team to cheer for. Despite Money’s best attempt at ruining Sports, Sports are good. Sports help give us a break from normal, every day, stressful life. However, Sports are just like everything else in life, good in moderation. In the end, Sports are just that, they are just sports.

Enjoy Sport Responsibly.

 

And yes Mr. James Harrison my 3 year kid received a trophy. He did not win a Super Bowl, but he got past his biggest fear. He learned he could step on the field with kids older and bigger then him, and take the ball from these giants. Hell, he even pushed a couple kids down to get the ball. I think that would even make you proud.

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