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Wednesday, 23 May 2012 13:21

More is not necessarily better

You only need to stroll down the cereal aisle at your local Hannaford to come to the realization that we have more choices than ever before about virtually everything in our lives. A mere generation ago a coffee was a coffee; your options were black and regular, and the idea of a grande mocha latte was as futuristic as the space cars the Jetsons drove. Today we are faced with a myriad of selections everywhere from food to the 500-channel television universe, and 'coffee shops' now have a menu larger than most restaurants of my youth.

Few areas of our lives have seen as exponential a growth in opportunities as youth sports and, much like what you see surfing through your cable choices, that isn't always a good thing. The other day I saw a sign advertising a new a baseball league for 4- and 5-year-olds. Surely that has to be a sign of an impending apocalypse. Here in 21st century America, if you're not playing organized sports by the time you've grown out of your Pull-Ups, you're behind the eight ball.

When I was four my athletic pursuits consisted of running from bumble bees, kicking cans and jumping up and down on my bed. Of course, that may be why my pro career never materialized. Had I only been in an organized league, with my name on my uniform, travelling to Altoona for the national 4-year-old championships, I would now be retired and living off my income from reverse mortgage ads, based on my popularity as a retired superstar athlete.

Published in The Sports Edge

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