Saturday, July 19, 2008
Real Men Drink Sippy Cups
"Remember, young men, you are the team of the future for this league. One day, you may take us to the championship... Right?" "YEAH!" The boys shout.
The coach turns to address the parents, stressing the importance of good sportsmanship. Parents should remain positive role models, never bullying the boys on the field. My husband glances over at me, nervously. He's worried he'll have to bail me out of prison if a parent shouts at my little boy. The coach continues, "After all, don't forget, ladies and gentleman, just a few years ago these kids were in diapers." I turn to Thomas' mom to whisper, "Does this guy really think I'll ever forget that?" She shakes her head in agreement.
Now the actual practice part starts and it's like a comedy of errors. Big brother gets the ball during a drill. He's frozen on the field and the coach is jumping up and down, shouting "RUN!"
The boys are spastic and awkward, but full of enthusiasm. The coaches are busy taking notes. Like the supportive parents we are, my husband and I are having a good laugh watching the scene.
Eventually it's time for a drink break. The boys head back toward the bleachers. I hand big brother the drink I brought him. It's not Gatorade or bottled water. Mommy packed him an ice cold milk Sippy cup. He doesn't complain, but instead, slurps it up, unabashed. "You packed him a Sippy cup for football practice?" My husband is embarrassed for him. I defend myself. "Yes, real men drink Sippy cups." Big brother smiles proudly, drops the empty cup and heads back onto the field.
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