Here’s your Little League Dad of the Moment. First he cusses out his own kid during the game just to grind down his son’s self-esteem a bit, then he lets his anger at the coach boil in his chestal area for two days, after which he threatens the coach outside his home. According to charges, he phoned up the coach and said he’d shoot him “like a dog.” Brilliant.
This story serves several important purposes:
1. Every year must have a crazed-sports-father case. This is the one for 2007. We keep waiting for a dad from a different sport, like curling, but it’s always Little League, soccer, or hockey. Never interpretative dance. Never have a parent stand up and shout I’M NOT GETTING THE IMPRESSION OF A WOUNDED FAUN, YOU #*&*%(#$ LOSER! INTERPRET HARDER! HUSTLE! HUSTLE! No, it’s always the popular sports that attract the guys with M-80 tempers
2. It’s a cautionary tale. As the piece said:
"In the world of youth sports, where emotions and team politics can overwhelm even seemingly rational parents, it was hoped Tuesday that the publicity surrounding the case would serve as another lesson to parents to keep themselves in check, said Dan Klinkhammer, executive director of the Minnesota Youth Athletic Services (MYAS)."
Perhaps, if these seemingly rational parents realize that you should not regard children’s games with the emotional energy usually reserved for telling Persian visitors that THIS IS SPARTA! But it’s doubtful they’ll learn. Something odd happens to some parents when they’re watching their kids play. And it’s usually the parents who care far more than the kids.
3. It satisfies our desire to ask one of the more satisfying questions we can pose: What’s the matter with these people? I know what some think: starts with T, ends with E, and has lots of ESTOSTERON sloshing around in between. Perhaps. But you get psycho beauty-pageant moms, too. It’s a matter of character. These guys aren’t really thinking things through. So you shoot the coach. How’s that work out for you later? The next coach thinks: my, there’s that fellow who shot the other coach. Odd how he walks around a free man, and his child seems unscathed by the belief he caused the coach’s death, somehow. Well, I’d better order the pizzas for after the game. What a lovely evening!
Yes. That’ll work. Shooting: is there anything it can't solve? Of course, not thinking things through is the problem in the first place with these guys. The article notes that he also blew up at his son, unleashing “a foul-mouthed tirade” over some and that previous brushes with the law had earned him a stint in “Anger Management class.” I am not a shrink, but I have my doubts about the efficacy of these programs. Most angry people do not regard their anger as something to be managed. They believe their anger is a perfectly normal response to the idiots in the world who’ve been put here by SATAN with the express purpose of making their blood pressure so high that a fine, pink mist wafsts off their pores. It’s hard to teach people to manage those emotions; it’s like trying to install empathy in fish.
This case will be used as a sign that we are going daft at a pell-mell rate, that the hideous strains of modern life are unraveling the very social fabric that binds us together, that cats shall be living with dogs, et cetera. Well: the end of the article notes that the number of “disciplinary concerns” between Little League participants – parents included – has dropped by half in the last few years.
Either people are learning the value of calm, or they’ve decided to channel all the aggression into their driving, because you can really get your point across there.


Could this be considered "Rec Sport Rage"?
"Either people are learning the value of calm, or they’ve decided to channel all the aggression into their driving, because you can really get your point across there."
Well, I was actually wondering how long it would take for the local TV media to diagnose the situation as "Rec Sport Rage", similar to how "Road Rage" seems to subtley drain the responsibility away from the "rager", or "Dance Fever" somehow seems to excuse the improptu lousy dancer caught up in the moment.
Seriously, the sinister jerk at the baseball game? Why is it so many people tolerate such angry, dangerous people in their midst. Worse yet...make KIDS with them? Yeesh.