Blown Away
My son's second-grade basketball team lost their game this morning by a score of 65-8.
Not a single kid seemed to mind, which is how it should be at this age. Except the coach's son, who sat in a chair sobbing uncontrollably after the final buzzer. I felt sorry for him. So did my son, who said to me in the car, "He's kind of a sore loser, isn't he? You shouldn't cry over things like that. It's just a game."
Despite all of his strange moods, listening problems, and lack of patience with his little sister, my son's turning out to be a really nice person.
Not a single kid seemed to mind, which is how it should be at this age. Except the coach's son, who sat in a chair sobbing uncontrollably after the final buzzer. I felt sorry for him. So did my son, who said to me in the car, "He's kind of a sore loser, isn't he? You shouldn't cry over things like that. It's just a game."
Despite all of his strange moods, listening problems, and lack of patience with his little sister, my son's turning out to be a really nice person.
Permalink posted by Phil at 1:40 AM
3 Comments:
And he has a lot of character, too.
He sounds like a wonderful kid. :)
Yeah, I feel sorry for kids whose dads are so fixated on "winning", I've seen it myself a number of times and you can just see how it's tearing the kid apart. It's good your son has such a healthy attitude, hope he can maintain it in the face of societal pressure to fixate on "winning".
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