“You are never really playing an opponent. You are playing yourself, your own highest standards, and when you reach your limits, that is real joy”.
We kicked off our Memorial Day weekend with a hastily arranged Little League baseball tournament. Each team was scheduled to play 3 games in order to claim a berth in the playoffs on Sunday – one game Friday night and two during the day on Saturday.
After an auspicious start on Friday, Hayden’s team ended up losing a 7-run lead in the bottom of the 5th inning (they play 6). The other team only had one run up on us though, so just as we all thought they could launch a comeback in the last inning, the game was called for time (it’s a 2 hour max). I don’t care what anyone says, losing sucks, especially like that.
Unfortunately, Hayden has a hard time letting go of a loss. The rest of the evening, he sequestered himself in his room and no one was allowed to speak of the game. I became aware of seriousness of this mandate when I made the mistake of making a comment about said game to our sitter. “I can HEAR you,” Hayden yelled from behind a closed door one floor above.
Saturday morning, Hayden was still stewing, but I pulled from my stores of “good sport” adages as we headed to the field and hoped for an attitudinal turn-around. During the first game, Hayden’s team beat their opponents handily, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but that relief didn’t last for long. (more…)