as much discipline and work ethic as football and wrestling tought me, I just can't see preventing my kids from those great life lessons. I never understood parents who forbid their kids from playing sprots, in the big picture it may not mean a lot but the lessons it teaches are irreplaceable.
I agree.
But there's a lot you can do to teach them those qualities on your own..but probably not near as efectively.
I'm not religious..I hate them..But God and I are Buds..I just will leave it in His/Her hands to let happen what will. and pray for the strength to handle whatever comes.
Originally Posted by Bullneck I'm going to steer my kids away from football for a couple of reasons: 1) too much chance of serious, lifelong, debilitating injury and 2) it's a sport that is essentially over for most at age 18.
I'd prefer my kids play something that they'll do for life. ...
Originally Posted by BillyMadison this is an interesting point. i played football and baseball, leaving me no time to play sports that i can still play (other than drunken softball). i didn't start playing golf, tennis, etc. until college when many people were already pretty good. not a bad idea to try and have your kid play at least one "lifelong" sport growing up, even if it's for social purposes, meaning they can still play competitively their entire life
Great points.
My Dad's parents never let him or his siblings play any sport..I think because of some sort of religious reasons back in the late 1930's. ("took time away from Bible readin' and book learnin "')
I was the youngest of four and my dad's last hope for playing Football, so I stuck with it even though I didn't get to play much until my JR year of highschool.
I still get goosebumps thinking about the first time I ever saw pride in my Dad's eyes when he told me that he read in the local newspaper that I was starting at DE for Homecoming against Kearney..He was usually mad at me for some reason or another..And the coaches forgot to tell me.
I had a cousin walk on at Nebraska the year before on a track scholarship (50'+ Tripple jump in HS) and ended up giving up the schollie to walk on for football..started at SE as a RSFr and later got drafted by the Lions...(played in the CFL).
So I swore..If I ever had a Son, I'd work with him night and day..Work on his speed, tackling technique, Show him how to chase cars..and how to break down plays.
My plans intensified when I'd go with my Brother and watch all his Son's little league games..all through him being a two year starter at RB for the largest HS in Arizona and then off to college in Oregon to play for some small Div111 school.
I couldn't figure out why I was so relieved when he got homesick for his girlfriend and transfered back here to ASU..And gave up that evil Foosball.
Then I actually saw the Sonogram of my Son while Buckeye 37 was pregnant...
I started to waver.
Durring the last trimester, we started having some problems..but I spent so much time trying to reasure my wife, I was able to escape worrying, myself.
We nearly lost him a couple times, but we got him home within a week with some sort of tanning bed/suitcase for him to sleep in until he started showing some sort of non yellow fleshtones.
I was just so in love with this kid..
But..I had no idea how much (more) of a wuss he would turn me into.
I used to love doing crazy sh#t..My favourite position in Football was Wedge Buster..I loved riding my motorcycle on gravel roads and see how fast I could go w/o fishtailing or how close I could come to jumping over Stop signs at dead intersections..went skydiving..chased tornadoes with my camera before there were stormchasers..I just wanted to see if I could fly...I've had only three concussions..one in Football, one when my old girlfriend rolled my car, and another when some carjacker hit me over the head with a towbar.
When my Son was born, I'd long since quit cagefighting, smoking, I barely drink, and I decided not to push him to Football.
He played Flag Football one year..Great coaches (one of them even played for UNO back home), but he was just so dang small (I'm about two-and-a-half times the size of his Mom so I don't think he'll go through a miraculous growth spurt).
He loves playing baseball and Soccer which kills me..I usually try not to, but sometimes I can't seem to help myself from muttering something about "girlymansports"..I'd sorta rather have him pursue gymnastics because of his flexibility.
But I started thinking about what sport would do him the most good later on in life..What could he still use? ...and not get hurt at later on in life..Sometimes it takes me most of the week to get my knees to wakeup..or to be able to raise my hands over my head...I hear Gymnastice is more dangerous than almost any other sport.
It's fun to be able to blame head trauma when I sometimes get lost on the way home from work, forget what I did at work, or somehow manage forget all about the Callahan Years.
So I started steering him to Karate..so far just teaching him what little I remember about it.
But a good instructor will stress concentration and humility..and sportsmanship..Things he can use in all aspects of life, and some I've recently lost sight of.