Today I got a glimpse of the other side of youth sports. If you see enough games, you get the whole spectrum of humanity, the good and the not-so-good. It doesn't seem to affect the kids much, when adults act like idiots, but you have to wonder what lessons they learn.
At these tournaments, each team is guaranteed three games, two on Saturday and one on Sunday. The teams that win the most get a fourth game, and somebody gets a trophy. Our kids (that's how I think of them, though none are actually mine) already knew they weren't going to play a fourth game, so this morning's game was their last of the tournament.
It would have been the last, that is, if they'd had a chance to play it. That chance was taken away when the opposing coach decided not to show up. It would have been their last game, too, but they gave no warning, no phone call. We won by forfeit.
David was livid and left a message on the other coach's answering machine. His players got up early to play, their parents got up early to watch. Then they get to the field and find out there's no game. He told the other coach that it was disrespectful to everyone involved. It was also against the rules they agreed to when they signed up for the tournament. And it's a terrible lesson, to tell kids that because they can't win they shouldn't bother to show up.
He eventually got a call back from this rat coach, but there was no apology. Our kids were disappointed (most of them; some were happy just to get a win), but I think his players were cheated even more.