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This could be the very moment I’m aware I’m alive as a child of twenty three. You’re the only thing that I love that makes stronger every day. On my knees I think clearer. This is the final straw. Just because I’m sorry doesn't mean I didn't enjoy every minute. |
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EAGLES The Episcopal School’s Second Grade 2005 YMCA Baseball Team We’re the gray team. Officially its called heather. But who calls it that? I suppose there’s a reason for it. I mean, gray isn't usually associated with too great a time. It’s not exciting. So they called it heather. I can learn to live with that. Still, I would rather call a spade a spade…. Games are no sweat. But the practices, oh the practices. If the kids pay attention for more than seven or eight minutes, its considered a success. Talking with my father, who coached approximately half of the little league teams I was on (from when I was five until I was sixteen) and a good number of my younger brother’s teams, he told me that it was his belief that the attention spans of kids has gotten smaller and smaller over the years. As far as the Eagles go, this is clearly the case. But why? Instant gratification. Television, computers, microwave pizza, high speed internet, Ritalin, and especially video games are all causes to the decline of attention spans. I don't blame the kids. And I sure don't place the blame on the producers and/or manufactures of the afore mentioned factors—they’re in a the business of making money. So who is to blame? Maybe everyone, or maybe no one. (I know I can’t get off that easy.) Let’s look at the parents. The player’s whose parents are most involved in the structure of their child’s day tend to be the ones who listen and grasp concepts better. These are the parents who don't use a PS2 as a baby sitter. These are the ones who don't feed their kids frozen dinners in front of the TV. Now I see why my folks made me eat at the table. Now I understand why we didn't always have cable and five hundred video games. |
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I’ll post some pictures here as soon as I get them. So go eat a hot pocket or have a jog. Maybe they’ll be up when you get back…. |