Today's football game really irritated me beyond belief. Our JV team played a first year team, which pitted our mostly freshman team against 9th-12th graders. Even if my son was one of the 4 juniors playing, at least he was big enough to ward off most of the dirty hits. He was out the last 1/2 of the game with a bruised rib. I made the mistake of asking the varsity coach what the purpose of the game was. His reply made me feel that I wasn't the first to ask...his answer was that the other team was a first year team and that our JV's could have handled it. I pointed out the size discrepancy which I guess meant nothing. After looking back at the exchange, I realized that I have a defense mechanism where I just walk away rather than face some problems head on. In this case, it was a no win situation, but I wish I could have said. " If you are going to have JV play first year teams, then at least bring down some of the talented underclassmen playing up...." But I didn't.
To put it all in perspective, my son wants to practice tomorrow, because he thinks he will have a chance to play varsity this Saturday in a non-league game. Hey Moms of girls, I think this is one time where I wished I had girls!