One man practicing sportsmanship is far better than a hundred teaching
it. ~Knute Rockne
It was the summer of 81’. The game was coming to a close, and the
sun was starting to set over Mallory Park while that brilliant afternoon
heat baked our dugout. To a certain degree, the game paralleled that famous
scene in, "Casey At The Bat." Like the team in Mudville, we
were losing (we were always losing.) The only time we won that whole season
was against the second to last place team, and we celebrated like we had
won the Little League World Series. And yet, we had a ringer. Like Casey,
his arms were like tree trunks, his shoulders were powerful and broad,
and in the setting sun, I believed I could make out a 5 o’clock
shadow, which is pretty impressive for an 11-year-old. In my memories
of our teammate striding up to bat, Ernest Thayer’s epic poem resonated
the moment . . . "The rest clung to that hope which springs eternal
in the human breast; they
if only Casey could get but a whack at that—." Once our young
version of Casey got set in the box, another sort of drama began to unfold.
A wiry lady with a cigarette dangling from her lips took up residence
at the backstop fence. She was pacing back and forth like a caged tiger
while shouting supportive remarks to her son. "Let’s go! Give
mama a home run! You got it right here, baby." STRIKE ONE! Then the
lady turned into a spider monkey. Truly, it is an image I cannot forget
to this day. She had scaled the backstop fence and was starting to hurl
remarks at the umpire. "There’s no way you can call that a
strike. My boy is not going to swing at something in the dirt!" STRIKE
TWO! Our boy was angry now, thinking the ump had a personal vendetta against
him. His Mama further transformed into a rabid spider monkey - she had
climbed about three feet up the fence, cigarette still in her mouth, launching
epithets like napalm on everyone she thought was against her boy. She
was blistering the coach, the umpires, the opposing parents and even the
poor kid controlling the scoreboard. WHACK! He let it fly. The ball soared
out of the infield with a perfect arc right into the center fielder’s
glove. Like the defeated Mudville gang, our game was over.
As an adult, I remember the end of that game with such clarity because
even as a kid I think I knew it represented terrible sportsmanship. This
blog isn’t long enough to discuss the vast compendium on sportsmanship,
so I’m just going to hit the high notes and hopefully lead those
of you who are interested to peruse other resources. My disclaimer is
that everything that I will discuss on the good, the bad and the ugly
of sportsmanship I have also demonstrated on the field, the sideline or
in the stands. I have stamped my feet, gnashed my teeth, doubted coaches,
seethed at refs, rallied other dads with my battle cry and glared at opposing
parents with vitriolic disdain. I have four boys; athletics is part of
our daily routine, and I am not immune to the passions generated by seeing
my child struggle on a field. In fact, I have imagined myself standing
at a podium, looking out at other bleary-eyed parents and sheepishly muttering,
"Hi, my name is Beau Sasser. I used to be a bad sport, but I have
been a good sport now for one month . . ."
First, let’s define sportsmanship. The National Collegiate Athletic
Association (NCAA 2003) defines the concept as, "the set of behaviors
to be exhibited by athletes, coaches, officials, administrators, and fans
(read: PARENTS!) in athletic competition. These behaviors are based on
such fundamental values as respect, fairness, civility, honesty
responsibility." This is an excellent definition of how we should
act on and off the field. In Mike Matheny’s illustrious book, "The
Matheny Manifesto," he wrote a long letter to the parents of his
Little Leaguers, stating that if they wanted their kids on his team, then
they had to follow his rules.
He had three goals:
- Teach these boys how to play baseball the right way.
- Make a positive impact on them as young men.
- Do all this with class.
I find that these three points summarize true sportsmanship. For me, the
basis of athletics is to get kids out and let them play. They can acquire
not only a game to love and a skill set to hone for the rest of their
lives but also quality life skills such as teamwork, character building,
work ethic and respect for opponents. Cal Ripken is often cited as an
athlete who symbolizes true sportsmanship because he focused on mastering
basic skills and achieving personal goals. The focus is on the process
instead of the outcome, so the pressure to be the best is alleviated.
In my opinion, the main obstacles to this approach are often a child’s
parents. This thought is
: firstly, I think that due to the current helicopter-parent phenomenon,
every parent is on hand to constantly monitor practices, games and every
player substitution to make sure little Johnny gets a fair shake. They are
in their children’s daily activities. Secondly, as referenced by
Goldstein in his article, "Promoting Sportsmanship in Youth Sports,"
he states, "Many parents fail to acknowledge that youth sports are
not adult’s recreation. Many parents want their kids to win badly
because their own ego is overly identified with their children’s
performances and because they envision future college scholarships and
I believe that every kid should have a dream and reach for the stars, but
the chances of being the next Adam Wainwright or Morgan Brian are slim.
A marginal 0.5% of high school seniors are drafted by MLB and only .09%
of high school seniors are drafted by the NFL. It is wonderful to dream
and strive for excellence
but just as important to be realistic about what it takes to reach that
next level. Unfortunately, parents get so carried away that they take
their frustration out on the coaches, refs and opposing parents. The rub
is that the athletes model this behavior and wander down the path of bad
sportsmanship by also bantering at refs, exhibiting bad behavior on the
field of play or by taunting and fouling opposing players.
Not only do young athletes model their parents’ bad behavior, but
they also model the behavior of college and professional athletes. This
is problematic and leads to poor sportsmanship when they witness a yahoo
like Duke basketball player Grayson Allen intentionally trip an opposing
player during a game. Or even worse, when Maradona, a highly skilled Argentinian
soccer player, scored a goal in the 1986 World Cup using his clenched
fist (soccer = NO HANDS). although his whole country knew what had happened,
the goal became better known as the "Hand of God goal," and
he became a national hero. These demonstrations of winning at all costs
become the norm for your impressionable youth when they are celebrated
and replayed over social media in perpetuity.
To change some of the flawed
in youth sports such as "my child first" and "win at all
costs," the University of Maine created a "Sports Done Right"
initiative to recognize core principles for healthy athletic development.
Some of these principles are:
Sports is a means to teach and learn sportsmanship and essential core values
such as discipline, respect, responsibility, fairness
- Parents and the surrounding community are essential in creating and supporting
the environment that can promote positive athletic experiences.
Coaches are the key to making the youth
experience positive and educational.
- All students below the level of Varsity deserve the right to participate
and learn through sport.
- The goal of sports should be to build self-confidence and teach a lifelong
skill for good health and fitness.
From my own personal experience, I came to a point where I didn’t
really enjoy watching my kids play. I was so wrapped up in the winning
and losing, I forgot about why they were playing. I think it finally clicked
for me and I had an epiphany of sorts while reading Matheny’s letter
to the parents where he says, "Really, I’m doing you a favor
you probably don’t realize at this point. I have eliminated a lot
of work for you. All you have to do is get your son there on
and enjoy. And all they need to hear from you is that you enjoyed watching
them and that you hope they had fun." These days, I don’t worry
about bad calls because bad calls happen. I just try to stay in my lane
and let the coaches coach, the refs ref
the players play.
When I watch my sons compete now, I usually remove myself from the overzealous
parents who are screaming, find a sunny spot, put on my
and let the game begin. Once or twice my sons picked at me because they
knew that I dozed off. When I asked if it bothered them that they didn’t
hear me cheer from the sideline, my middle son responded, "We know
what we’re doing right and what we’re doing wrong. We don’t
need to hear it from you." So I just get to enjoy watching my kids
play. Sometimes they win, sometimes they don’t. When they get in
the car, I don’t debrief them about the game. If they want to talk
about it that’s fine, but it’s also fine if they don’t.
My job is to be encouraging and supportive. I would never treat my own
children if they broke a bone – that’s not my job. In the
same respect, it’s not my job to coach them. It’s only my
job to be their dad, so my first question is usually, "Where do you
want to go eat?" If they learned something about the game or about
themselves through the sport, then we are all winners no matter the score.