Father: "Pretty soon, you'll have four practices a week."
Father: "Don't be like that. It'll be fun. You'll be a baseball player whether you like it or not."
They were walking behind me as we were heading out to our cars, and it took everything I had not to turn around and deck the guy. I mean, come on. These are 7-10 y/o's. They're here to have fun, and you know, if your son doesn't want to play baseball, DON'T MAKE HIM.
Why is that so hard? Why do some of these parents have this overwhelming need to push their kids into activities they don't want to do? Alicia and Alex are involved in a fair bit, I know, but none of it was at our instigation. In fact, when Alex decided he didn't want to play baseball after his first year, we didn't make him. The only reason he went back to it was because Alicia's softball coach at the time instilled a love for the game back into him when he let Alex practice with them every once in a while. And you know, when Alex came to me before Christmas and said he didn't think he'd do chorus next year but that he'd stick out the rest of the school year because he'd made a commitment to it, I have never been prouder. Frankly, he could've quit at the end of the semester. It's a new sign up every semester. But he's mature and responsible enough to recognize that he'd said he'd do it, so he was sticking it out.
But these parents...god. Between the ones who make their kids miserable to the ones who epitomize poor sportsmanship by arguing with referees and getting themselves kicked off the field, I really wonder who in the hell they think they are.