Sports
Thursday, February 4th, 2010Acidman has posted how he feels badly that his son hasn’t the passion he had for football.Now I would be damn proud of that boy for feeling that way. After all it’s only a game. I have 2 sons who are competitive as hell, the youngest one is still playing football and has two things on his mind right now. CARS and FOOTBALL. In a few short weeks it will be WRESTLING mania. The rest of the world could go to hell. I HATE that.I have always felt games in general whether sports or the “games people play” are such a waste of life and head space. I believe I don’t have a competitive bone in my body. Ok, not true, I love to play poker…I’d take your money in a heartbeat. I really don’t have a passion to win…just to play the game. Tell me bullshit to that, it’s ok. Besides I haven’t played for so many years it really doesn’t count anymore.The small town I came from and my son is still there are sports fanatics. School will close down if they make it to the playoffs. They have their priorities.I always went to a few games of my eldest sons, and fly back to attend a couple of games of my youngest, because I do care and love them. As my children grew up I knew parents who HAD to attend every game. HAD to be there to show support. I never understood that. I would always ask them “Do you sit and watch them every time they play Monopoly or Nintendo?” Of course not…but that’s different I would hear. Really? How? Well it just is. Ahhh….I see. NOT.I’m sure I won’t be watching any wrestling matches this year, last year did me in. My son is an excellent wrestler, when he had his opponent in some sort of position that I was sure would snap that poor boys neck and started yelling for my son to let him alone….I knew my wrestling days were over. I wish my sons were. I wish I could tell him he is not going to do that…but I won’t. Others have survived this I’m told. My oldest son did but he was over 6′ and wrestled at 190 I think it was. Nobody got him in those positions. Now my youngest is about 5’7 and weighs 135, he’s all muscle but – I know it’s stupid – I’m scared for him.I won’t tell him this, but I wish he would just be a geek. I don’t want to know he pinned someone in 18 seconds, or his car will go 110, or when he tackled so and so that they didn’t get up for a couple of minutes. I hate that gleam he gets in his eye. I really, really don’t want to know damn it. It makes me feel sick inside.It can be such a bitch being a parent.