Musings —01.19.2013 02:52 PM—
I’m not one of those parents who yells at my kids’ hockey games. It’s supposed to be for fun. None of the kids – none of them – are ever going to play in the NHL. So I generally keep quiet, unless I see a child get hurt.
One of my sons has a coach who sends lengthy, preachy emails, talking about “respect” for the coach. Then, at games, the boys get sworn and yelled at. By the coach.
The other son is a goalie. He gets scored on and gets pulled, instantly. The other goalie gets scored on as much (or more, as today) and stays in.
The worst part about kids’ hockey is never, ever the kids.
It’s the grown-ups.