Sunday, August 29, 2010

Winning is great, but fair is fair!!

Football-in-motion This is something I just felt I had to post to my blog. It’s more of a release of frustration than it is informative. I know I drove some of my co-workers crazy yesterday with my bitchin’ about one of my 4 year old’s football coaches. This man is a great coach for the most part, but his philosophy about peewee football simply pisses me the hell off. And being the person that I am, I am not one to usually hold my tongue about anything unless it deals with my job. Anyhow, Let me explain to you why I was so pissed off at this man.

See most of you who follow me on Twitter or are a friend of mine on Facebook know that my 4 year old is playing peewee football this year for Cottage Hill Steelers. You also know that I am a major…MAJOR….fanatic about football. It doesn’t matter if it’s college (Roll Tide!!), arena, Canadian, or NFL (Go 49ers!!!). Football is a passion of mine. And to have my little man play is absolutely the best feeling. For the past 3-4 weeks I have been rushing through traffic after work to get him to practice. He has missed a few days because his daddy was in the hospital, but I do whatever I can to make sure he is there as expected. I have been dedicated for the last two Saturdays to getting up around 5:30am no matter how tired I am to get him to the parks on time for his Jubilee games. The first game was great. Ernest got to play and his team won the game. Cottage Hill Steelers 20 Municipal Park Raiders 2. However, my issue started last week. The head coach spoke to us all week how children who weren’t showing up for practice won’t be allow to play. The team mom mentioned that there are a total of 27 children signed up to play on the team, but when they did roll call they only counted 16-18 children all three days of practice. He stressed how much he didn’t like it and how important it was for the children to be there. That these parents keeping their child from practice because of bad behavior at school or at home weren’t just hurting the child, but their teams. Yet, Saturday there were about 5 boys, which included mine, sat on the bench until like the last 2 minutes of the game.