I’m fired up. I’m outraged. And here’s why…
Tonight at baseball, we played a team who was (and still is) undefeated. Our boys didn’t expect to win, and they played their hearts out anyway.
It didn’t take long for us to see that this team played dirty. We’ve played a lot of games this season, but this is the first time we encountered a team like this. I won’t bore you with the details of the game. Let’s just say, this other team was pushing the envelope. Neither the players nor the coaches demonstrated good sportsmanship.
But that’s not what got me fired up. Twice during the game, one of their pitchers hit one of our batters with the ball. And BOTH times, they laughed. LAUGHED! I kid you not. I couldn’t make this stuff up.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m well aware that kids get hit by pitches all the time. It’s part of the game. But this was unlike anything I’d ever seen. The first time one of our kids got hit, it was really hard in the thigh. This nine-year old boy was laying on the ground crying. Nine year old boys don’t like to cry in front of other nine year old boys. Enough said.
There those boys stood, laughing.
The second time one of our kids got hurt, he took a fast pitch in the back. He, too, was lying on the ground writhing in pain.
Yet again, there they stood, laughing.
Their parents said nothing and their coaches said nothing. I am disgusted. Even my husband, who gets fired up about very little in life, was appalled by this behavior.
A few days ago, we played a team who we absolutely creamed. Yet those kids were so well behaved and took the loss like champs. Their coaches were so encouraging and kind to their kids. And as we were leaving some of the parents of the other team yelled out to us, “good game, guys!” What a pleasant experience that was for us – not the game itself, but the interaction with the other team. Those kids set a good example for how to handle losing and how to interact with an opponent.
Now this. What are we teaching our kids? Who cares how you treat people as long as you win? No. That is not what I’m teaching my kids. Playing sports is more than the physical aspect. It’s about the attitude and the behavior. If that was my child up there laughing at another boy that he’d hurt, I’d have pulled him from that game so fast he wouldn’t have known what hit him.
Hang on. Give me a sec.
[Breathe, Steph. Settle down, girl. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.]
Okay, I’m back. I’m feeling more Zen now.
On the plus side, thankfully, that wasn’t my son behaving that way. Thankfully, that wasn’t my son who got hit. Thankfully, my son isn’t on that team with those idiot coaches.
I will go to sleep tonight being thankful for those three things, but feeling sorry for the boys who think it’s okay to treat others that way.