I just came across one of the most ludicrous articles I have ever read.
http://www.myfoxcleveland.com/myfox/pages/Home/Detail;jsessionid=D2D5C20A057CD2FE8AB0564737F27F6D?contentId=6856475&version=8&locale=EN-US&layoutCode=TSTY&pageId=1.1.1&sflg=1
Apparently a Little League organization in Ohio cancelled an All-Star team because of a letter written stating that it was humiliating to the kids who weren't good enough to be selected to the All-Star team. What?
So kids shouldn't be rewarded for being skilled at the sport because it might make the fat kid jealous? I am sorry, but this is where we are becoming so soft it's disgusting. What is more disappointing, a kid who has fun all season but quite honestly isn't very good so he doesn't make the All-Star team, or a talented young ballplayer who has worked hard every day and loves to play the game but can't have a postseason because the kids who aren't really good, probably because they are too lazy to try, will be hurt? I am going with the latter.
I spent the last week covering Little League for a small community team and it was the time of these kids' lives. They got better and had a ton of fun along the way. They deserved it! They played hard and they wanted to get better. What are we coming to where you would take that away from a kid. Ridiculous!
About Me
- Nick
- I remember my first pack of trading cards and trying to figure out what a Nugget was and why they had rainbow colors. I remember learning that you had to tag up after a flyout in kickball instead of baseball. My career in sports was like that of the Los Angeles Clippers with wins few and far between. My first season of Little League Majors when I was 10 my team, aptly named the Twins, went a disasterous 0-21. I think it was there my true love for sport truly blossomed. You see to me it was about foul balls, getting dirty, and wearing my uniform all day. It was about summer nights under the lights and building bonds with teammates. It was about pickles and pepper. It was about sunflower seeds and bubblegum. I guess for me today it still is those things. Behind the million dollar contracts, the lawsuits and the lockouts, we still have the diamond, friday nights on the gridiron, and the squeaking of the hardwood floor. There is still the roar of the crowd, beer and hot dogs, slapshots and slam dunks, sudden death and shootouts. And through it all there is still a kid who wants to play the game everyday, even though he didn't win a game all season.
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