I honestly think if we didn’t have an entire generation of helicopter parents coddling their children, my hard working 7.8 60 running kid’s best opportunity for college Baseball would be the lowest level JUCO in Wyoming or North Dakota or something. Instead it is looking like he might get to play at a really good D3.
Maybe I should selfishly be happy for my kid, but, man oh man I am concerned for the future of this Country.
Take the baby bottle out of the kid’s hands, Mom & Dad, it’s gonna be OK. Really, it is.
And you know what? Most of the kids from our area who came from the most spoiled backgrounds are now potheads at 17 or 18 years old, and experimenting with harder drugs and running around on the street, looking for “street knowledge” as some sort of real life parenting replacement that they never got at home. The streets ain’t nothing nice, it is very sad to see.