Addicted to my child’s sport

When I was growing up, the only sport my father suggested-no, emphasized that I play was golf. We belonged to a country club that had one eighteen hole course and an additional back nine. Heck, we lived on the fifth green. Every weekend, CBS would televise the professional golfers and I was quizzed on their names. Then in Fall, our family would venture to our friends’ homes and watch the Atlanta Falcons. We even went to a few baseball games; however, nothing compared to the Atlanta Golf Classic.
When people ask me if I play golf, they act surprised when I say I play golf but am not a golfer. Despite all my Father’s efforts I became a rugby player and brutalized my body for 12 years. When I hung up my cleats on March 3, 2002, I knew I was done. Since that time, I have tried to replace playing a sport with watching it. I find that watching rugby causes the internal itch to become unbearable, so I watch football and baseball. Recently, though, I have become enthralled with fantasy sports. I play fantasy baseball in one league and football in four.
On the radio this morning, the announcer exclaimed that the fantasy draft experience is addictive. Many people want the thrill of the draft. This happens so often that halfway through the seasons, many league participants stop updating their lineups (a cardinal sin). Hearing the announcer this morning, I began to wonder how many of us are addicted to our pastime. Whether cross-stitching or cross bowing, people have shoved their lives aside to focus on their hobby. Nowhere is this more evident than kids’ sports.
Parents stand on the sideline second-guessing the coaches’s decisions, often displaying their dissatisfaction in front of everyone in the stands. Coaches spending enormous time developing players into a team, yet everyone feels their situation is different and deserves special consideration. Being addicted to TV sports may not be the best use of a person’s time, but being addicted to the role of your child in sports can only cause problems. As I sit here in front of Major League Baseball, I know my daughter will grow as a dancer despite what I do. Kids should be set free from their parents’ expectations and grow into the player God meant them to be.

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