This story is not about rules or officiating, so I apologize in advance to those who are offended by its irrelevance. But at the same time I felt compelled to share what I consider the damnedest kids sports story that I have ever been a part of with some who might appreciate it and possibly have helpful reflections. League policy for all star uniforms is navy blue shirt and red pants. Nobody knows why, as far as I know, but that's the way it is. This is not a huge deal to anyone, but is somewhat of a big deal to us 13-14 year old boys coaches, the only coaches who are required to dress in a uniform matching the team. (insert your own old fat guys in red pants joke here) I wore the red pants last year, and it didn't kill me. At the end of the season the league vice president mentioned, unsolicited, that perhaps it was time for a change to something a bit more subdued, and this might be considered by the board. I heartily agreed and endorsed the change. When it became apparent that my team was to come out on top again this year and that I would be head coach of the all stars, I asked about the change. Mr. Vice President smiled and said, "Sorry, it didn't happen." Okay, I accept this. BUT, I mentioned this matter in passing to the league president, who shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter. Wear whatever color pants you want." Great! Coincidentally, every team in our league this year wore gray pants, so this really seemed like a perfect fit. Last week during the all star selection meeting, presided over by the vice president, I mentioned what the president had said and that we were wearing gray. Vice president said, "If it works for y'all, it works for me." This information was handed down to the team at the parents meeting last week. (June 17)
Today (June 24) the league president calls me to say that the league vice president in charge of softball and "some of the other women board members" have come to complain about our color choice because "it's against board policy."
Bottom line: President and Vice President both yielded to the women and we have to wear red. I am still shocked and offended by this, not because I have to wear red, but because it was shoved down my throat after originating in what I considered a truly unbelievable manner.
Thanks for letting me vent.
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