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The joys of youth sports…

September 13, 2008

So our youngest is now old enough to play sports. When I called him from my daughters game and said “Hey Pele! How was your game?”

I got this.

“Dad I’m stinking tired.”

It seems that there was much more excitement about the prospect of playing soccer than actually playing. The photo below was taken by Shonda and based on her description this photo is of Garrison trying to negotiate a rest break while the rest of the team ran around aimlessly kicking a ball to a goal, regardless of which goal it was.

Is it over yet?

Is it over yet?

16 Comments leave one →
  1. soxfanindan permalink
    September 13, 2008 3:44 pm

    That’s too funny! Kids are great aren’t they?

  2. September 13, 2008 4:15 pm

    We had a 7:30 a.m. soccer game this a.m. too.
    AND.. oddly enough, my son’s team is that same color blue! Funny.

  3. kitttie permalink
    September 13, 2008 6:16 pm

    This put a huge grin on my face. Thanks for sharing!

  4. bosoxrule76 permalink
    September 13, 2008 6:40 pm

    He is still young, but through experience he will see that soccer sucks! Looks like he is already on his way to figuring it out. He needs to be throwing a baseball around with you instead of chasing a stupid ball all over the field.

  5. 1redsox permalink
    September 14, 2008 6:46 am

    Absolutely hilarious!!!!!!

    Side naote – I do not agree with your political views!

  6. September 14, 2008 10:01 am

    Pele?!? Come on, man, teach him about someone who’s played in the past 30 years, will ya?

    Thanks for the fun post!

  7. chad2521 permalink
    September 14, 2008 1:06 pm


    I had a very similar expereience at my daughter’s 1st U6 soccer game Saturday. It’s nice to know that it’s not just my kid but also one of the greatest athletes in this country’s kids too.

  8. boscoe123 permalink
    September 14, 2008 3:29 pm

    you should paint his socks red

  9. September 14, 2008 3:52 pm

    Aww. He sounds like my little sister. She likes chasing the ball around – for the first five minutes.

    What does he think of baseball? 😉

  10. lisawriter permalink
    September 14, 2008 6:44 pm

    Curt, THANKS for the baseball (your PR person helped me out!)

    All I ask is that you read this release. Journalists nationwide are coming together to help one fellow journalist with ALS who is going to lose her home. She’s also a friend. PLEASE READ.

    hope you’re recuperating well!!!!!!

    Go Sox!

  11. c130jj permalink
    September 14, 2008 9:27 pm

    Curt–thanks for the video post. It inspired me. Get well and pitch! JJ

  12. Tom Field permalink
    September 15, 2008 5:52 am


    When my seven-year-old son played his first soccer game at age 4, he entered the game, immediately stole the ball, then ran downfield for a dramatic breakaway score — in his own team’s goal!

    Not realizing his error, he looked around for me on the sidelines and shot me one of those big-grinned Manny double-points.

    I couldn’t help but laugh, of course. When I explained to him later what he’d done, he was so mortified that now whenever he scores a goal — and he’s developed into a good soccer player — *maybe* he shoots me a quick look or a wave. No more Mannys!



  13. kevinrmcguire permalink
    September 15, 2008 6:40 am

    Was there a blood stain on his sock?

  14. September 15, 2008 10:06 am

    Hey Curt,

    cute kid.

    You going to be following the team during the post season?

  15. soxfaninil permalink
    September 15, 2008 1:50 pm

    Curt, wanted to get this out there, I think you will like this letter if you have not seen it before. Thanks, and everyone should read this. I think it is very interesting point of view no matter what “type” of American you are…

    Sean in Illinois.

    (This letter was written by Charles Grennel and his comrades who are veterans of the Global War on Terror. Grennel is an Army Reservist who spent two years in Iraq and was a principal in putting together the first Iraq elections, January of 2005. It was written to Jill Edwards, a student at the University of Washington who did not want to honor Medal of Honor winner USMC Colonel Greg Boyington. Ms. Edwards and other students (and faculty) do not think those who serve in the U.S. armed services are good role models.)

    To: Edwards, Jill (student, UW)
    Subject: Sheep, Wolves and Sheepdogs

    Miss Edwards,

    I read of your “student activity” regarding the proposed memorial to Col.
    Greg Boyington, USMC and a Medal of Honor winner. I suspect you will receive a bellyful of angry e-mails from conservative folks like me. You may be too young to appreciate fully the sacrifices of generations of servicemen and servicewomen on whose shoulders you and your fellow students stand. I forgive you for the untutored ways of youth and your naiveté. It may be that you are, simply, a sheep. There’s no dishonor in being a sheep – – as long as you know and accept what you are.

    William J. Bennett, in a lecture to the United States Naval Academy November 24, 1997 said: “Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident.”

    We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.

    Then there are the wolves and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy. Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.

    Then there are sheepdogs and I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf. If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, warrior, someone who is walking the unchartered path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.

    We know that the sheep live in denial; that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids’ schools. But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid’s school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep’s only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they chose the path of denial.

    The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf.
    He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheep dog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours. Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn’t tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports, in camouflage fatigues, holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, “Baa.” Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.

    The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them.

    This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door. Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel?

    Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter. He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle.
    The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed, right along with the young ones.

    Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, “Thank God I wasn’t on one of those planes.” The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, “Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference.” You want to be able to make a difference. There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one. And that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population.

    There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of
    violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language:
    slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself. Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I’m proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.

    Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When they learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd and the other passengers confronted the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers – athletes, business people and parents — from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.

    “There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men.” – Edmund Burke. Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn’t have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision. If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior’s path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolves comes knocking at the door.

    This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live somewhere in between.

    Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. It is okay to be a sheep, but do not kick the sheep dog. Indeed, the sheep dog may just run a little harder, strive to protect a little better and be fully prepared to pay an ultimate price in battle and spirit with the sheep moving from “baa” to “thanks”.

    We do not call for gifts or freedoms beyond our lot. We just need a small pat on the head, a smile and a thank you to fill the emotional tank which is drained protecting the sheep. And when our number is called by “The Almighty”, and day retreats into night, a small prayer before the heavens just may be in order to say thanks for letting you continue to be a sheep.
    And be grateful for the thousands – -millions – – of American sheepdogs who permit you the freedom to express even bad ideas.

    Charles Grennel
    Robert Jones, MSgt(ret), USAF
    NK Sturgis, Pres N.GA Nam Knights

    Remember the price of freedom is paid with blood…pray for our troops


    COM: 910-396-6402/7402
    DSN: 236-XXXX

  16. rhoman13 permalink
    September 21, 2008 12:23 pm


    I am a head Coach for a 13u Travel club baseball team in Arizona. We are looking for a sponsor. Would you be interested in sponsoring our team. I know that you are a busy man but, I know that you support youth sports, and Arizona is like a second home to you.

    I have also sent a letter to Todd Mcfarlene. My company ships all his action figures. I have not heard back from him yet.

    If you need any references my good friend Hassan Robinson is good friends with Julio Lugo.

    Thanks for listening and hoping to hear back from you soon…

    Head Coach- Rich Homan
    Maricopa Marauders

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