It’s only a game

Games of sport, as played by myself and millions of other kids in backyards, empty lots or schoolyard playgrounds were actually training sessions preparing us how to deal with life once we grew older. We taught ourselves teamwork, self and group reliance along with interactive people skills. We learned to communicate, develop a framework of rules to follow based on the conditions and available players at hand. Plus, perhaps most importantly, self enforcement of those rules. We understood that after the last inning, goal, touchdown or point scored, win or lose we would go our separate ways until we once again met as friends on the playing field to start the process again.

I look around at the ever increasing bad behavior of today’s professional athletes and wonder why they apparently never learned the same lessons. Oh, that’s right. Something was added to the process that never entered into the minds of kids just playing a game. Money.

Sports should be the province solely of youth, not a profession for adults. (and arguably kept out of colleges also, but that’s another rant that I will save for later)

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About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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