Being a Dad is a lot of work sometimes, but the job comes with big rewards once Dads out there are able to look back on special memories. There’s always some true gems that make being a parent well worth it. One story I recall still brings a smile to my face when I think about it. Before I get to that there is a related issue causing much angst and confusion nationwide among athletic programs. What the entire country is finding out is that this push to promote biological males that transgender to female, or a biological female who transgendered into a male doesn’t change the subject all that much. The bottom line is an “operation” to change a person’s reproductive equipment is not going to change the fact that male physiques [in many ways] are naturally stronger than female physiques; which in turn, can lead to males having an advantage in certain sports over a female counterpart, regardless of a sex change operation.

This is not a political post but everyone knows which political party wants to erase all differences between men and women, including all lines between males and females not only in sports, but every other aspect of life. Some of these idiots have even made claims that males are able to birth children – total idiocy! These people have a general disrespect for authority and society in general, along with disrespecting their own bodies. Some refuse to live in a world where only two genders have ever existed, will ever exist for eternity, that of male and female. I’m not certain what planet these individuals are living on but the reality is we are a product of our creator, that’s all. We should be embracing the differences between men and women instead of refusing to recognize them. Not only can women bear children, they bring something to the table that no biological male can ever bring, and vice versa, I’ve written on this subject before. It’s vital that we protect women in sports, as many of them choose to pursue athletic careers. Men and women both possess unique gifts and sometimes those gifts are athleticism, so let’s protect them both from abuse. In order to keep the peace and resolve a very controversial issue transgenders of either sex need to form their own sports leagues. Stop switching over to the opposite league just because you’ve had a doctor perform an operation. Stay in your own lane and join teams made up of nothing but people like you who have transgendered – how does that sound? It’s the one and only perfect solution to a growing [large] dilemma!

Here’s One Amusing [Youth Sports] Story:
Blaise was probably age 10 or 11. He played little league basketball on the Buckeyes for several seasons in Plano. He got pretty good as a Guard over time where on occasion he was known to sink a basket from the half-court line. “Ka-plunk!” I played the proud father who’s goal it was to make all his games and cheer him on along with all the other parents who supported their Buckeye players. We had some successful seasons on the Buckeyes but we never won the Championship. I think part of the reason was the team was made up of only about five key players, all competent starters, if you will. However, the Buckeyes Coach strictly adhered to the rule that every child must play a specified amount of time even when a substitution was not going to be particularly effective, but substitute he must. The last thing that Coach wanted to hear from a parent was a complaint as to why their boy wasn’t getting any playing time. I get it , I mean if ever that happens it’s most likely a case of their child not possessing much talent [for the sport]. I mean just because a kid wants to play team sports doesn’t mean they possess any ability [as in me with little league baseball].

One weekend Blaise had a game coming up, one of his friends from school was on the opposing team and the Coach of the team happened to be his father. This kid played Guard just like Blaise. He was very good at Guard, someone every basketball team would want. A couple days before the match Blaise mentioned to me that he was worried about the outcome of the game and when I asked him why(?) he was worried, he said, “There’s a girl on their team.” I was like “Really? How did that even happen?” Blaise replies, “I don’t know, but she’s really good too!” I remember thinking to myself, “well this should be interesting”. Now fast-forwarding to game day, that East Plano indoor basketball court arena was packed [a usual Saturday] between teams and their parent spectators it was nothing but a sea of people. We settled into our court and as each team began warm-ups there she was – I remember seeing a big girl in stature with long blonde hair. I thought Boy! I mean [Girl], this [person] can really handle a basketball! 🙂 Thus far anyway, Blaise had sized up the situation quite correctly! The game between the two teams began and from what I remember the score stayed pretty close, early on anyway. For a while it was back and forth with only a couple points separating the two teams, that is until late in the game when our Buckeyes ultimately proved no match for the strength of the opposition. I could see the frustration mounting in our kid’s eyes as the final minutes approached. By the end of the sounding game whistle our Buckeyes would go down in defeat with the difference being a several point deficit.

We said our “good-byes” to all parents and Coach and headed to the car for home. Blaise jumps in the back seat behind me and as we left I could hear him murmur to himself and wrestle around back there. I looked in the rear view mirror to find tears running down his cheeks. I knew better to rub it in because winning always meant a lot to a kid, one as competitive as Blaise always was and still is, but I had held back for long enough I thought. So I asked him, “why are you crying?” Whereupon he snapped back [in a loud voice] “Don’t you see Dad? We got beat by a Girl!!!” It was all I could do not to burst out laughing as a huge smile now lit up my face, a face that [luckily] he could not detect from his seat position. Taking a deep breath to gain back my composure I replied, “yea, I see” [in a calming voice]. That was pretty much the extent of the conversation until we arrived home. Getting out of the car I turned to Blaise and said, “hey, I just want you know something, that’s not going to be the only time when a girl gets the best of you”. I hope that bit of wisdom sunk in for him, knowing full well it might be years later before he would find out that his Dad was correct. I always tried as a parent to use times such as this as “philosophical” teaching moments, an opportunity for him to learn what life is all about. As we proceeded inside the house I quickly whispered a warning to his Mom, “Mum is the word – go easy” on the little guy, [for a while anyway]. 🙂