F...Soccer Moms

[EternalEnigma21]

Originally Posted by Buster

F....people who don't see how soccer has been diluted into a "let's all stop keeping score and bring only healthy snacks!" joke of a game by moms in minivans.

I agree with the sentiment about making my son know how to compete and succeed or lose on his own. Losing makes you work harder and when kids are young, it's a valuable lesson to team them that can affect their work ethic for the rest of their life. Many of these kids who are getting their bottoms powdered by their soccer moms until their teenagers are the kids who are turning into the bums chatting on their cellphones at the burger place while we're standing there waiting to order...and yeah, who we'll end up supporting with tax money for their lives.

When you hand your kids everything and protect them from ever knowing what failure feels like, you're doing them a huge disservice.

If I'm not coaching and rallying up the team to kick some butt, I'm going to be that dad at my son's baseball games who announces the score throughout the game so everyone knows their kid got beat by my kid.

No wonder it costs so much to sign our kids up for sports these days, we have to buy trophies for EVERYONE!

I don't know about these days, but when I played in high school it was brutal. We ran until we puked and then ran more, and when we played there was blood. I remember I went for a throw in just after a guy who jumped to head the ball too soon, so I took advantage and caught his mouth with my head and knocked out one of his teeth. Put a huge gouge in my scalp. I played the ball and he didn't, so he got a yellow card and we had to stop the game so he could find his tooth.

Then once I played on our rivals team, because they had a lot of guys out with illnesses, and they had to forfeit... so I and a couple of other guys went to play on their team. It was our first game and I had been playing TE in football the month before, so the first time a ball came at my face I caught it, and all of the Hardin Jefferson guys were pretty pissed, but I made up for it punishing our forwards to the point that my own coach was yelling for me to cool it. I remember cutting my friend seth for a flip with a badass slide tackle. No one on the team would speak to me after the game lol... I won anyway.