The flier for next season came home last week, and the whirlwind debate began. Again.
Will you let your son play tackle football?
There has been a huge debate in our house about tackle football for a long time. Boy #1 is dying to play and asks on the average of twice a day. I know we’re not the only family going through this. I’ve met a ton of guys who’ve told me this conversation has been going on for years in their home, and there are two reasons why: because football is awesome and it can be brutal .
I played football through high school, so I know how tough it can be. I had the dubious distinction of being short and slow, so I was no star. But I stuck it out, took my lumps and I’m probably a better person for it. But I didn’t play until seventh grade because my mom wouldn’t let me. (Side note: she also wouldn’t let me play the drums and I still have deep-seated issues from that.) My neighbor played little league football and I envied the hell out of him.
I’ve been lucky enough to work with a few NFL coaches in my career and I’ve had some tell me they think flag football is a better way to teach young kids the necessary skills for football. I’ve followed that advice and Boy #1 has played flag for three seasons now. The coaches were right: his skills have gotten much better without having to worry about all the equipment, getting smashed, and having such a fantastic coach (I’d do a smiley face here if I didn’t loathe them). My original plan was to go with the seventh grade rule, but now I’m having second thoughts.
There are reasons for my second thoughts.
The first being that when your kid wants something so bad, it’s tough not to try and give it to him/her if you can. You want them to be happy. The second is that our local youth football program has such a great partnership with the high school and the community. The third reason is: most kids growing up today are soft. The discipline, concentration and determination it takes to play football pays off in other parts of life as well.
His mother is terrified at the thought of either our boys playing football. I’ve tried to put her at ease by telling her tackle football is not for most normal people. You have to be a little crazy to really excel. Smashing into people (and getting smashed) is not an activity that comes naturally to most of us, and a large percentage quit soon after boiling their first mouthpiece. When I started playing in seventh grade we had something like 75 kids try out. The next year it was less than half.
Let me tell you, getting the wind knocked out of you by some crazy bastard over and over again really makes a guy rethink not joining marching band.
We all start out the same way: we have these preconceived notions of what our kids will or will not do before they’re even born. You still hear them from people who don’t have kids or are expecting one. It’s the “my kid will never” comments. These little angels will never throw tantrums, play a violent sport, watch TV, eat sugar, play with his wee-wee, etc. Then those kids are born and everything changes. Your world is turned upside down and sideways.
You may love basketball, but your kid might be short, can’t dribble, and hates wearing shorts because they chafe the inside of his thighs. He might love to swim, dance or design dresses. You just don’t know. But one thing I do know: keep him/her from doing what they really love and you will regret it.
A buddy of mine is still pissed that his mom never let him play football and he still brings it up (with fire in his eyes) 30 years later. Not to mention, having to tell your sixth grade buddies you can’t do something because, and I quote, “my mom won’t let me” is a recipe for disaster. I’ve lived that nightmare.
What about you? Will you or do you let your kids play tackle football or is it just too dangerous?
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