Family
Ties was one of my favorite sitcoms from the 1980’s. It wasn’t the funniest show in the world but I related with it. Parents who cared but were a little weird and eccentric. The kids had some problems but nothing overly earth-shattering. Despite any issues that arose, there was a general sense that the family cared for one another and wanted the best for each other. The morals to the episodes were pretty straight forward and dealt with things that I was about to go through as a kid. Although there were major differences between myself and the character, I always identified with Alex P. Keaton.
His character was focused intently on money, success and economics. Those topics never really hit my radar. However intertwined within his “young republican” ideals was a character that had struggles and found a balance for his aspirations and human relations. His desire for success got pushed to the side at times when more pressing matters were at hand. Now I recognize that the show is fake and the character does not really exist but it paints a picture. Alex P. Keaton was a “keep up with Joneses” kind of guy. Success was written into his character but so was a human element. I’ve not asked Michael J. Fox for an interpretation on the following but I feel confident in my assertion.
Most of us need to focus more on the soccer Keatons and let the soccer Joneses go! Believe me! I want the USMNT to win a World Cup. It’s a dream that I would love to see come to fruition. BUT my desire for that success cannot override my desire for a fruitful sports culture for a majority of our young players. Academies SHOULD exist. Trainers SHOULD be training young soccer players. However the idea that all players and parents should be aspiring to that level is lunacy. The soccer culture over the past few years has tilted heavily toward the professionalism of the youth game. As I said above, these things are important for the improvement the sport at a certain level. The pervasiveness of the shift is the concern. There seems to be a cultural ratchet that should exist for some but not others. The top level players need that cultural ratchet to improve the national team player pool. The general youth player does not.
- They need their parents to cheer for them embarrassingly no matter how mediocre they are.
- They need to have economic burden of youth sports taken off of their parents, thus inflated expectations taken off of them.
- They need their instruction in the sport to come from a caring adult who is invested in them as a person rather than an outsourced “expert”.
- They need to be a kid first.
Perhaps this is nothing more than a bit of nostalgia for a simpler soccer time. Or maybe we should truly be worried. Worried that a sport whose name in this country is even derived from its community roots but seems to be more focused on individualism and exceptionalism. If our hearts and minds are truly for sale, we should look to get more than a few years with the label of “Elite”. Those years are not coming back. When they are gone, will you revel in how close you were to the top level? Or how close you are with the people who matter to you in your family/community? Perhaps you can have the former without sacrificing the latter but is that a gamble that so many should be making?
What would we do (baby) without us?
Pete
I’d like to blame Google because it would be so extremely easy to do. However blame doesn’t really solve anything and this was a problem long before Google even existed.
It was many years ago but I’ve still not encountered a better example. I was the field marshal at a youth tournament in Pennsylvania. The players were under twelve years old and engaged in a very back and forth game. One team was extremely adept at the offside trap. Late in the game, there was a corner kick. The cross was cleared out of the penalty box and the defense pushed up. The ball fell to the foot of a offensive player about 30 yards from goal. He shot. The ball rocketed toward the goal and hit the post. The rebound fell to a forward who was slow getting back onside and he scored. The referee instantly called offside and awarded a free kick to the defense. The coach of the team that had the goal disallowed went ballistic. He screamed about how “ridiculous” the call was and asked about the referees sight, etc. As the field marshal I felt that it was my job to diffuse the situation in order to avoid it interfering with the game. I said, “Coach, if you’d like, I can explain to you why that was the right call.” He responded, “I know it was the right call! I’m just blowing off some steam.”
I’ve been extremely fortunate through the years to have won some medals and trophies, either individually or as part of a collective. Most of them are in a box in my basement or in a display case that I don’t have direct access to. Medals and trophies are all pretty similar. They usually have a name of an individual or group, a year and the indication of some accomplishment. As I was thinking about the trophies that teams and individuals are going to reach for this season, I realized that trophies are the tombstones of our past accomplishments.
We live in a modern world but humans are prehistoric creatures. Obviously we have acquired skills and knowledge that our ancestors did not have. So I am not suggesting that we are on their level in that respect but I do want to point out that we are using the same hardware. The same brain structure that caused us to run from saber-toothed tigers is now tasked with managing a world that moves faster than we were intended to go. We’re overwhelmed and stressed because we created an environment that stresses and overwhelms our prehistoric brains. This is not a blog to suggest that we go back to living in caves. Rather it is intended to point out the fact that there are limits on our bandwidth, therefore we must manage ourselves so the prehistoric brain does not go into overload.
George Costanza would not accept it! Upon being dumped by a significant other, she tried to employ the most common of breakup cushioning. “It’s not you! It’s me!” This is an age old ploy to deflect a super direct hit to the ego of the person being dumped. Rather than telling the person the real reasons that they no longer want to be with you, the softener is used. While it may cushion the short term blow, it does nothing for the long term development of the person as a viable mate. Costanza, as usual, is an outlier in his stance on “It’s not you! It’s me!” He doesn’t want to hear it. He wants to know that it is his fault that the relationship is falling apart. While a little aggressive in his approach, maybe it’s time to learn from George.
During my sophomore year of college, my two younger brothers were in high school together. One was a senior and the other was a freshman. At one point during the school year, there were “Drug sniffing” dogs brought in to do a search of the school. Students stayed in their classes while the school was swept. If your locker was tagged, you were supposed to report to the office in order to have your locker searched. My freshman brother’s locker had a tag on it. Completely panicked, he went and found his senior brother. One question from the senior brother, “Do you have any drugs in your locker?” The response was “no”. The senior brother went straight to the office and reported that his locker had been tagged. He brought the officials to the locker for it to be searched. The school officials questioned whether this was really his locker or not because it was in a freshman hallway. My brother was adamant! This is my locker! Upon being opened and searched, the locker did not contain any drugs. There was however a half eaten box of crackers at the bottom which the dog must have smelled. I wasn’t there and no one has discussed that incident for years but I still get choked up when thinking about it.
This line is from the quite ridiculous but still entertaining Pee Wee’s Big Adventure. And it was co-opted by the band The Get Up Kids as a song title in the 90’s. The song outlines one perspective of a short term love affair where the singer refuses to give the relationship a chance. In his own words, “because I’m afraid to try.” It’s an old story that probably precedes Danny Zuko in Grease. Boy meets girl. Boy likes girls. Boy wants to leave while things are still fun and casual because a relationship is just too much work.
In high school, I ran track and field. High jump and long jump were my specialties but I also won points for the team in some of the sprints. Track is a completely different animal than most other sports. Although it’s a team competition, most of the events are competed as individuals. Much of a track meet is spent waiting around for your event to take place. So they end up being long affairs because all of the races are run on the same surface.
The 90s had many memorable events and people. Kurt Cobain, the OJ Simpson trial, Monica Lewinsky and Bill Clinton were all extremely noteworthy. Both for their own unique reasons and the media circus that followed them. It was not just that something happened but that it was perpetuated daily for probably longer than needed. One of the most ridiculous stories of the decade was the ice skating scandal involving rivals Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding. For those too young to remember, the major event was an attack on Kerrigan’s knee orchestrated at least partially by Harding’s ex-husband. There was a movie released last year called “I, Tonya” that chronicles the entire episode.
So I implore you. Yep! I’m talking directly to you because as I said last week,