Spring’s here, the grass has a hint of green and the last of the snow mountains in retail parking lots have vanished. It’s one of my favorite times of the year and gives me that anticipation I get when it’s just a few hours from the work horn on a Friday and the whole weekend is in front of me. If only I can enjoy the weekends. Now that it’s getting warmer it looks like my life is getting more complicated. This year our son joined a travel basketball team, which has us criss-crossing Northeast Pa, and leaves me with a serious case of bleacher butt by Monday morning.
This weekend we travelled to Binghamton and I got an earful of what seems to me to be too much vocalizing from the bleachers. Don’t get me wrong, I like to shout out a word or two of encouragement now and then. Unfortunately, when you amp up to travel basketball, the parents amp up the negative comments for the officiating. At one point during a timeout, one woman yelled “you guys are terrible” to the refs. Some parents would respond to those on the other side. When I was a kid playing softball, it was rare to hear comments from the peanut gallery. I really wonder what we’re teaching our kids, and what they’re thinking when Mom or Dad are yelling at the officials.
Our daughter is in ballet, and the big recital is just around the corner. I’m not looking forward to ticket day though. Last year was her first time in dance, and I was shocked to see the parents lined up to buy tickets for the performance. I got there about 10 minutes before they were available and there was already a line, including fold out chairs and people who were parked there for 8 hours. I kid you not! When I got to the show I realized there really wasn’t a bad seat in the house. From talking to other parents, I heard I got off easy. There’s one place where parents literally have parked overnight to be first in line. This year I’ll just pay less and sit a little further back. At least they’re not bleacher seats!