There's been a buzz in
the news cycle during the last couple of weeks about yet another national
plague; one that’s rotting the culture and moral fiber of America. It has
nothing to do with sexual preference or email-gate: not about Muslims or right
wing Christians; and it isn't over a warming earth or smarmy, sanctimonious
political windbags. Nope, none of those. The new national scourge
is, hold onto your butts sports fans – participation trophies.
For those who’ve been on
a cruise or just naturally choose to avoid stupidity, participation trophies
became part of the national debate when professional football player James
Harrison announced that the trophies that were given to his children would be
returned. Said Harrison; “I came home to find out that my boys
received two trophies for nothing, participation trophies! While I am very
proud of my boys for everything they do and will encourage them till the day I
die, these trophies will be given back until they EARN a real trophy. I'm sorry
I'm not sorry for believing that everything in life should be earned and I'm
not about to raise two boys to be men by making them believe that they are
entitled to something just because they tried their best...cause sometimes your
best is not enough, and that should drive you to want to do better...not cry
and whine until somebody gives you something to shut u up and keep you happy.”
And so, for the time
being at least, our new national Yoda on America’s moral fiber is a
professional football player; appropriate for a sports crazed nation that is
absolutely, insanely and unabashedly goggle eyed gaga over football. Of course
it was Harrison’s right to strip his kids of the trophies. It’s not like he
beat them or sucker punched a woman. That he had to announce it to the
world would be puzzling if not for the fact that Harrison has a penchant for
stirring the pot. And stir it he did as the battle lines were drawn and
the pros and cons of participation trophies were debated in every medium and I
suppose damn near every sports bar in the nation. The anti-trophy crowd’s
argument was outlined by Nancy Armour of USA today; “Yet somewhere along the
way, someone had the misguided notion that kids should live in a la-la land
where everything is perfect, there are no hardships or heartbreaks, and you get
a shiny trophy or a pretty blue ribbon just for being you…No wonder study after
study has shown that millennials, the first of the trophy generations, are
stressed out and depressed. They were sold a bill of goods when they were kids,
and discovering that the harsh realities of life apply to them, too, had to
have been like a punch to the gut.” Pardon me, I feel a sneeze
coming on –“BULLSHIT.” Ah that feels better.
So there we have
it. The collapse of America is imminent because of participation
trophies. Okay, that’s hyperbole but I’ve exaggerated for a reason,
because folks have gone off the deep end over cheap hardware. Consider
NBC Washington anchor Jim Vance who opined, “It’s child abuse to give a kid a
trophy that he has not earned.” We’re talking about children here folks;
children playing games. But as too often happens with youth sports the
adults are butting in and fucking up the works; because that’s what adults do.
Having two kids who
participated in youth sports and having coached youth sports I guess I have a
little experience in the area. My kids got participation trophies.
They’re packed away in a plastic bin somewhere. My kids; one 32 and one
29 seem to be doing just fine thank you and I don't even think that they
remember the trophies. They work, they’re raising kids and they’ve gone
through some hard times; particularly my daughter who I often consider one of
the grittiest, most tenacious people I know. I have a nephew who got a
participation trophy for tee ball. A few years later his dad died and the
boy became the man of the house and remained so all the way through his college
graduation.
As a coach I gave out
more than a few of these trophies. The kids were happy, for a moment; and
then the trophies were more or less forgotten in favor of the pizza party and
handed to the parents who I imagine put them up on a mantle to collect dust and
take up space until they were finally put away in storage. These are
mementos, nothing more, nothing less.
Give a kid a trophy and
the leap is made that he won't be prepared for real life. Okay, wanna get
the little blighters ready for the real world? Let's talk behind their
backs; spread rumors about them; throw them under the bus; flip them a bird and
drop an "F" bomb on them if they reach in front of you for the bowl
of potatoes at the dinner table and by all means decrease their allowance as
you load more chores on them.
Over the decades I’ve
become weary of that time worn notion that somehow athletics prepare kids for
life, build character and toughen the spirit. I’ve adopted John Wooden’s
idea that “Sports don’t build character, they reveal it.” It isn’t up to the
coach, the team or an activity to do the parent’s job of preparing a child for
life, molding character and building a foundation that will stand up to life’s
storms. As for Ms. Armour and her notion that millennials are depressed;
well maybe she needs to take a little stroll out of the sports department and
take a visit to the news department. Everyone’s depressed lady.
Americans are working brutal hours, are afraid to take vacation time and are
bringing home less of the bacon (which by the way costs more per pound and has
less lean and more fat); our government is a bureaucratic, bickering snag to
progress; we’ve been at war for more than a decade; personal privacy is extinct
and the front runner for the GOP presidential nomination is nuts-a-rama.
And Nancy Armour is worried about trophies?
What is truly
disappointing is that the national debate about youth sports has centered on
hokum; a non-issue. Whatever happened to the other issues? You know
the ones that are apparently too trivial to catch the ire of Washington news
anchors. It would be refreshing to see Google get blown up with stories
and debates about:
Kids burning out at a young age because they’re pushed by parents and coaches
to travel hither and yon playing a sport year round in that often futile hunt
for the D-1 scholarship.
Coaches falsifying records to pack their teams with ringers.
Coaches teaching kids the "benefits" of flaunting league rules.
Coaches and parents acting out at games, all the way from abusing umpires,
officials and the other team to coming to outright fisticuffs.
Kids undergoing major orthopedic surgeries because they’re pushed to do too
much too soon.
The use of steroids by kids as early as 8th grade.
Coddled kids? What about those
uber-talented youngsters who get to skate from youth through college not being
able to read at grade level? What about the star athletes who, during
their youth, aren't held accountable for any aspect of real life, be it basic
responsibility or differentiating between wrong and right. As long as
they produce runs and wins, hey, it's all good - just try not to get caught
next time.
If we’re going to have a
national tirade about participation awards why are we picking on kids?
What about the tens of thousands of adults who jog a 10K at 15 minutes a
mile? They get medals. And while kids usually forget about their awards
the adults literally slaver over their medals; they paper their walls with them
At the risk of sounding like a geezer, back in my day you didn’t get a
medal unless you finished in the top three. Everyone else got a cheapie little
ribbon. I’ve got less of a problem with an 8 year old
getting a trophy than an adult getting a fancy medal for taking pictures along
the course with a cell phone.
Sports is America's
graven image. Professional sports are a business for both owners and
players where character, fair play and sportsmanship are for the most part
relegated to the worn, dusty shelves of nostalgia. College sports are a
morass of hypocrisy, greed, corruption and oceans of money misapplied.
But youth sports are for the most part and for the vast majority of kids
supposed to be a fun activity. Yes there are opportunities for life
lessons; to learn about teamwork, appreciate camaraderie, develop healthy
habits, hone skills and coordination, learn perseverance and maybe develop a
lifelong activity. Youth sports have become the last bastion of sport as a
game; where fun is supposed to trump yes - real life.
