by Risa Green (
Tales from the Mommy Track)
I’d like to go on record as
a parent by saying that I hate organized sports. Okay, wait: I
don’t really have anything against the actual sports themselves – I
mean, I like watching them on tv and everything and I enjoyed
playing them when I was a kid – it’s just that I hate having to
deal with organized sports, you know, as a parent. Now that fall is
just around the corner, I’ve been receiving emails from my kids’
soccer coaches regarding the snack schedule (fruit or granola bars
only, please), game times (could be anytime on Saturdays from 8-4,
depending on the week) and practice schedules (Wednesdays at 6:00
pm. Kill me now), and each one is like a smack in the face, pulling
me out of my wonderful, lazy summer and back into the reality of
school-year hell. Just the thought of schlepping to games on
Saturdays at eight am for my son and then again at two pm for my
daughter, or to post-dinner practices every week for three months
straight, makes me want to crawl under the covers and never come
out. And I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. There’s a
reason why AYSO is nicknamed All Your Saturdays are Over. And yes,
I know it’s cute to watch them play in their little uniforms and
their cleats and shin guards, but really, it’s not so cute that I
couldn’t live without it.
And I would – live without it, that is – if it weren’t for my
husband and his stupid mantra about how team sports build
character, blah, blah, blah. I mean, yeah, I’m sure they do, but
isn’t one team sport enough for said character building? Like,
couldn’t they just play basketball and call it a day?
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Risa Green, author of Tales from the Mommy Track on MommyTrackd.com,
lives in Los Angeles. In the last four years, she has produced two
children, called Harper and Davis, and two novels, called
Notes from the Underbelly and
Tales from the Crib. She is currently working on a third
(novel not child).