The subject of being "that parent" came up in a somewhat related thread. One person who commented, who is currently a player, suggested that we start a separate post just for that topic alone because his is dealing with his very own "that parent" situation. We are not denying a parent's love and devotion to their children. But sometimes we all know it can go too far. The tendency to micro manage every single aspect of your son's baseball career can easily set in, especially if you think that your son is being short change in any way whatsoever. Now that spring is upon us and many are going through tryouts and team selections this week, it would be a good time for us to discuss things so we don't become "that parent".
In our high school, Hell Week(s) are over and the real trying out has begun. This is our first year at this high school. At the previous high school there was a huge dividing fence where the players entered. This was the point where no parents were allowed to go, at all. First there was the locker room/clubhouse, then the batting cages and field equipment room, then the dugout was even farther down, so your son couldn't even hear you shout from there if he wanted to. Perfect. Really a good set up for the players and coaches. No lingering dads next to the dugout coaching their kids or trying to get in the coaches' ears.
But at the new high school the dugout is the first thing you see when you walk in through the fence past the ticket booth. Nothing stopping anyone from getting in there or speaking to players. So I have noticed that some dads have taken it upon themselves to just hang out in the dugout. I'm not one for swearing, but WTF is that all about? Go in, lean on the fence separating the field and dugout and camp out the entire evening. Seriously? Let the coach be the coach, let your kid be on the team - by himself without you, end of story. We all want to know everything that's going on, but talk about hovering. Then, while I was waiting to pick up my son in the loop, the same dad was out front on the side walk next to one of his sons (the one with the lesser abilities), re-enacting every play of the tryout with arms flailing and legs kicking up and stretching out and pretending to throw the ball farther than Uncle Rico in Napolean Dynamite - (which is, btw, exactly what my son's call these dads trying to live through their kids "Uncle Rico" - if you haven't seen the movie this character epitomizes the old washed up, has been, high school athlete that if he'd had one more play, just one more chance, could have taken the team to states and nationals and thinks he was really just shortchanged out of his whole professional experience. It's a must watch.) So there stands Uncle Rico just a running his gator right out there in front of everyone, coach, teammates and all, poor kid. I'm sure he had so many observations from his field side front row seating. Fun ride home eh? Yes, it's time for so many parents to back away. Old Uncle Rico is gonna be my inspiration to chill and watch some awesome ball this spring.
Any "that parent" or Uncle Rico sightings at your high school this spring yet? Do you suffer from "that parent" syndrome yourself? Thoughts and comments?