BY RANDY McROBERTS, firstname.lastname@example.org
1:19 PM EDT, July 24, 2012
In light of the news surrounding the disgusting happenings at Penn State, there's been a couple of things happen in sight and earshot of me the past week that have made my blood boil. By no means am I comparing what happened at Penn State to these issues, but there is the similarity in the point that a child or children were put at risk. In either case I just have so say it's about adults acting badly or stupidly. You might have other words, but I'll stick with those two.
Now, let me also say this. I'm not perfect and I've had my share of not-so-smart acts over the years, but I can guarantee this: my moments have been to defend one or more children under my care. If others couldn't understand that, so be it.
So, let's go back to last week, on a hot, humid night at Cedar Lane Park in Bel Air.
I was sitting there with my wife, watching our daughter play in the high school six-on-six league. It was a game that began when it was still light, but moving to darkness. The sun wasn't beating down on any of us, but it was one of those nights that just walking to the field from the parking lot brought about a sweat.
With the game just minutes under way, a player from the opposing team tried to get the attention of her mother without coming off the field. Still on the sideline, the young lady says to her that she left her water in the car. It was a very innocent moment.
In a matter of seconds, the verbiage I heard from behind me was unbelievable. The response was something like this: check with so and so and see of you can have some of their water. As the player, appearing a bit disgusted, turned away, a final two words of "too bad" were uttered. In my mind, I said, "Are you kidding me?" Sadly the answer is no.
I never looked back to see who said such dumb things and I'm glad I didn't. In times where the health and welfare of our young athletes is at its peak, we have a parent basically refusing to get the child's water. Trust me, I get flustered with the best of them when one of mine forgets something and it creates emergency on my part. Forgetting the gym uniform might hurt the grade, but that's something we can live with.
A night later I found myself at our second home from April to July, Stancill Park.
We were there to see if our Havre de Grace Little League softball all-stars could win a state title. It was a damp, cloudy day that was accompanied by thunderstorms.
Little League is very clear about its weather policy, especially when it comes to thunder and lightning. Apparently, those overseeing the tournament and this game don't know the policy or care. I know the lightning detector was pegging between 0 and 3 miles. In our regular season, the fields were cleared and rules were followed.
Thunder was rolling over our heads, more than once, but it was like those in charge could not hear. Again, pretty unbelievable.
I guess the good news is, in ether case, no one got hurt. That, however, does not excuse the actions of many.