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The uncomfortable silence at sports tryouts

It’s baaaaacccck! The dreaded tryouts for sports teams. The flip of the calendar to September opens the annual season of parents praying and kids playing to the best of their collective potential. The problem with it all is that everyone involved hates every minute of it.

Let me start by commending the hundreds of coaches, parents and volunteers who give countless hours towards making sure that kids can play youth sports. Without their commitment, these organizations don’t succeed in the goal to give the gift of sports to kids. The yearly dance parents make between volunteering and not is a difficult one. If you get involved, the time commitment is greater and so is your ability to positively impact your kids. By staying away, time is your friend but there is always a level of doubt about whether the sports clubs are fake and equitable to all players and coaches. There is no greater dilemma than during evaluation season.

Thousands of kids are evaluating across the city this month to be placed onto community, club and school teams and are completely at the mercy of the system that allows for fair evaluation. Parents secretly wonder whether their child was properly assessed or given a fair chance for evaluators to see what they can do. There is no more uncomfortable scene then sitting in the parents area of an evaluation, reading the eyes and minds of parents secretly willing their child to excel over the others. While this is occurring they are screaming with their eyes towards the coordinators to look at their child or give him another chance! All the while, they play nice with the other parents.

Why does it get to this point? Firstly, if parents would get involved in their clubs, they would get a better sense of the inner workings of that club and the evaluation process. Secondly, the clubs must do a better job in educating the parents and kids of the nuances of the process. Both would allow better communication and remove the uncomfortable disconnect between the two. The process isn’t broken but it could be streamlined for the benefit of all.

Marco

The contract of dogs

When Mary and I discussed the prospect of moving in together I never knew that it would come with conditions. Often the conditions are complicated and serious in nature. Marriage, more kids, a new house, moving cities are of the “we better sit down and discuss this” variety. Not me. My Mary had a simple request. She wanted two dogs.

Seems easy on the surface. Go select a couple of pooches, buy some food, beds and toys and welcome them to the family. Even for a non-dog guy like me, I could make that happen, right?

They are cute and they are destructive. They cuddle and they bite your ankle. They shock you with their compassion and then they take a whizz on your foot. They are complicated and no one really wants to deal with their complications. The kids always say, “I will look after them, walk them, clean up after them”. Blah, blah, blah. Now I am not claiming to be the family resource for the pups. I am simply a help to Mary’s passion to making sure the dogs are loved but it really needs to be a team effort.

We have a plan, the kids will be with us for 12-13 years and so will these pups. After that, Mary and I ride off into the retirement sunset together. Maybe dogs will be a long term part of my life for the long haul after that too.

Marco

The Dilemma of driving

My two teenage boys both drive and they share the same car. This is a major pushing point in this house as they have to schedule a plan to share. This is impossible

In my day, there was no car when you earned your licence. You begged and pleaded with your parents daily to see if they would let you drive the car. The idea of taking the car to school was a non-starter and you were lucky to cruise the streets on a Friday night in your family mini van. God forbid you had another sibling also driving as you might never feel the fine Corinthian velvet of your dad’s car.

In today’s world, kids want a car, now. Although there is a vast after-market of used beaters rolling around the city, it’s the cost of the operation of the vehicle that sinks most kids (and therefore their parents) before they get off the driveway. Teens have no perspective of the cost of running these beaters across the city, let alone the safety of doing so. My boys are learning the hard way.

My kids were lucky to have a car left for them from my divorce. We never planned on them both driving at the same time, let alone the same vehicle. I forced my oldest son to get his own insurance set up before he was 18. This left me exempt from his rash of speeding and parking tickets in those early days and my second oldest is headed for the same expensive fate. Now we are trying to manage the “division” of the vehicle by selling it and dividing the proceeds into 2 beaters. When I wanted a car as a youth, I was completely on my own to source the car, pay for it and make it run. Today the internet has streamlined this process and makes the dream of that 15 year old sports car, a reality. The chess game of selling one car to buy two is yet to come but will be the next evolution of their driving life.

Stay tuned for the continuation of the saga.

I can’t even watch anymore…but I will.

My love scale used to be simple. It was Mary, kids, pizza, everything else. My undying love for someone other than my Mary has reached an obsession. This love is for the Toronto Blue Jays and they are effectively running around on me, nightly.

jays-logo-1They sucked me back in. From my adolescence in the 80’s to last season, I have had this urge to will them to win. I’m not greedy and demanding a World Series Championship. I would settle for a playoff berth and a run into the later rounds. Watching them implode the past 10 days has been ferociously painful for me. I won’t quit on them and frankly believe they will right the ship but I’m convinced I can’t watch the moment unfold anymore.

They are the kind of team that you want to root for. A bunch of looney dudes with bad hair and puffed out egos traipsing around the field with the ability to hit a ball further than a man should. Other times, you just can’t watch the train wreck of strikeouts with men on base and blown bullpen outings where the game seems in hand. I know that for 20 years, I didn’t care about baseball in September and I should be enjoying every nail biting moment of the season. In reality, it sucks to sweat this out nightly. I pray for a blowout for the Jays and I white knuckle the tight ones. I am elated when the Jays take a lead and the lows are so low when the opposition punches back.

I know i have a few more weeks of this sweating and it will either be over or I will sigh relief. Then the sweating will continue until its over. I’m a Jays fan and I can’t stop watching.

Marco

Not just any other day…

It was 15 years ago today that the world changed. September 11, 2001 has become synonymous with the terror that we now know exists in the world. I cannot express the sorrow I feel every year as this day comes around. Everything that has become the new normal in security, travel etc, has come from this event.

I have made several trips to NYC over the years and always make a point to stop at the site of the twin towers to see what progress has been made. I marvel at the resiliency of that city and the commitment it took from their people to rebuild. The last visit I made was a year ago and I witnessed the creation of the new WTC site. If you have never been, you need to make a point to visit to comprehend the thousands of names that surround the dual fountains and the humanity that was lost that day.

As we launch this site, we must take time to recognize the freedoms that we all hold from those who protect us daily. Without their commitment to our safety, this site and our luxuries may not exist.

Not just any other day.