And call me crazy, but I think I should be able to watch my son play baseball without getting side-swiped by this side brag.
MB: “Cam is looking at 70 different colleges. Hopefully he’ll get a four-year scholarship and go in-state because he’ll have plenty of time to go out-of-state since he’s going to be a surgeon.”
In MotherBragger world, this is considered a conversation, especially if anyone pleads for more fascinating details about this kid’s future plans.
OK, I’m crazy. But it’s MotherBragging that’s made me that way.
Day after day at youth hockey, soccer, baseball and football games across the country, coaches and parents are screaming at players, sometimes as young as five or six. Often the coaches are parents, yelling at their kids’ friends and even their own kids with equal amounts of scorn.
My son once told me that it was really intimidating to play a team if he could hear the coach yelling at his players before they even entered the dugout. He said he always figured that the opposing team would kick their butts if their coach was a screamer.
A well-known and respected judge/dad in my town has volunteered his time coaching youth sports for years, and parents clamor to get him to choose their kids for his teams. In return, their kids can count on getting lots of wins – and getting yelled at with such outrageous ferocity that it is always the talk of the whole field.
Why is this acceptable?
What would our reaction be if a teacher screamed criticisms and threats at these same kids with the excuse that the rants were motivating and pushed the students to be winners?
Recent Comments