Here is his only reply in that thread so far. I love how he blames his parents for not pushing him, when he was quite certainly old enough to decide whether or not he wanted to play sports! I don't know how many people in this thread are parents, but in case you're not: our son was 5 when he decided to play baseball, and 9 when he decided to take up guitar lessons. He makes his own choices. We encourage, and do not push. This guy's a major fricken loser, and it's no wonder he's got a drinking problem. I can only hope his son is wise enough to keep from repeating his father's mistakes.
I can't really expect anyone else to understand how competitive I am. My son is a great kid and an excellent athlete and I know that he has the physical ability to be one of the best players every time he's on the field.
I push him hard because I want to see him excel in everything he does. My parents never pushed me although I was always a great athlete. Our high school's starting quarterback used to sit when he played with us outside of school because I could throw far better, run faster, etc. The only reason I never played on the team is because I was a stupid, long haired punk whose parents didn't push him to pursue a higher goal. While some other people would say that my parents let me make me own choices, I disagree. I wasn't ready to make choices regarding the rest of my life at that age and I needed to be pushed. I wasn't and now I'm stuck in a deadend job making 35,000 dollars a year.
I want so much more for my son and I've always made it clear to him that he doesn't have to play anything if he's not having fun. He's having a lot of fun and that's pretty much all that matters to me.
I push him just as hard in school and in all things. He and I goof around all the time and he totally worships me as much as I do him.
Or maybe...it's just a "man thing".
Or maybe it's just a drunken loser thing, which happens when you spend too much time on the "should haves" and "could haves" instead of taking matters into your own hands?
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Well wahh, fuckin' wahh, fuckin' wahhh
Date: 2004-09-12 04:33 pm (UTC)I can't really expect anyone else to understand how competitive I am. My son is a great kid and an excellent athlete and I know that he has the physical ability to be one of the best players every time he's on the field.
I push him hard because I want to see him excel in everything he does. My parents never pushed me although I was always a great athlete. Our high school's starting quarterback used to sit when he played with us outside of school because I could throw far better, run faster, etc. The only reason I never played on the team is because I was a stupid, long haired punk whose parents didn't push him to pursue a higher goal. While some other people would say that my parents let me make me own choices, I disagree. I wasn't ready to make choices regarding the rest of my life at that age and I needed to be pushed. I wasn't and now I'm stuck in a deadend job making 35,000 dollars a year.
I want so much more for my son and I've always made it clear to him that he doesn't have to play anything if he's not having fun. He's having a lot of fun and that's pretty much all that matters to me.
I push him just as hard in school and in all things. He and I goof around all the time and he totally worships me as much as I do him.
Or maybe...it's just a "man thing".
Or maybe it's just a drunken loser thing, which happens when you spend too much time on the "should haves" and "could haves" instead of taking matters into your own hands?