Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Big Trouble in Little League and Other Fun Courtroom Drama

Hey, here’s a question for you folks.
When did Little League baseball turn into The Jerry Springer Show?
Parents fighting with coaches, parents suing opposing coaches, some coaches being accused of teaching thug methods and unsportsmanlike conduct at the maternity ward at Hillcrest Hospital to get a jump on other coaches in the league.
And those are just the incidents we know about. No doubt there are hundreds of other Little League meets Braveheart scenes of absolute craziness that go unreported each summer.
When is it going to stop?
This has been a rough year for Little League in The News-Herald coverage area. It seems like there have been just as many stories on the front of the paper or in the courts and police section of the news as there have been scores in the sports section.
Does anybody remember a time when the worst thing that might happen when you headed to a Little League game is the concession stand could run out of lemonade?
Nowadays, it seems as though security measures that would put President Obama’s lookouts on the motorcade route to shame are necessary to safely decide the 10-and under Junior Mega-Champ title.
Let’s pause here for a minute of explanation for those of you whose sense of humor may not be sharpened to this topic. In no way is the staff at News-Herald Dot Comedy trying to imply that a coach being head-butted by an angry parent or a 13-year old breaking his arm in a freak hit-by-pitch accident only to have his dad - who wasn’t at the game – sue for damages … in no way are those laughing matters. Those are very serious issues.
What we are saying is maybe parents and coaches and kids are all taking Little League a tad bit too serious, and THAT’S where a lot of the humor comes out of what is really a frustrating and sad situation.
Pause over, please return to your regularly scheduled laughing and grinning.
Passion is fine. Love of your child is even better. Getting involved as a coach or a supportive spectator is fantastic and more parents should be involved in their kids’ lives.
Performing a pro wrestling move on a coach or another fan at the game is not a good idea. We don’t need the police report or surveillance film from the game to be confident in that. There’s a mantra that should be posted on every Little League backstop in America:
THERE ALWAYS HAS TO BE A BETTER SOLUTION THAN HEAD-BUTTING SOMEONE.
In fact, there might be a passage in the Bible resembling that sentiment. Or maybe it’s something Hulk Hogan has crocheted on a turnbuckle in the library in his steel cage mansion in Vince McMahon’s backyard.
As for a parent filing a lawsuit because his son had his arm broke by a pitch that allegedly the pitcher was instructed to throw …. OUCH. The broken bone won’t hurt nearly as much as the ribbing this kid is bound to get for the rest of his playing days.
It’s a horrible situation for everyone involved. It’s bad for dad, the kid, the pitcher who threw the pitch, the accused coach, the spectators that were there, the folks on the Internet posting off-color remarks, and even the people at the newspaper that have to write about such craziness.
It’s very simple folks. Little League is supposed to be fun. It should be fun for the kids playing, for the adults volunteering to coach, and for the parents watching with great pride.
Little League should not be a popular hangout for police and ambulance teams.
Keep the Little League headlines in the sports section. Keep them out of the court dockets.
And for the love of God, someone, anyone, please double check the amount of lemonade at the concessions stand.
We don’t want to start an end-of-the-summer riot, now do we?
Got a problem with that? Take it up with Hulk Hogan.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Funny stuff Bill, but unfortunately true. I remember playing Little League Baseball back in the day. On game day I would oil up my mit, clean the mud out of my cleats, and practice my batting stance. When you're ten years old, you can be anyone you want to be. For me it was either, Harmon Killebrew, Carl Yastremski, or the Indians third basement, Max Alvis. I never paid much attention to the folks in the stands. My parents never watched me play. In retrospect, that might have been a good thing. So, I just went out there and had fun. I can't remember the lemonade, but I do remember the ice cream after the game. Truth be told, the ice cream always tasted a little bit better after a victory. Keep up the good work.

July 23, 2010 at 12:33 PM 

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