So Saturday morning saw a group of us standing around in the cold watching son's tennis team lose their Grand Final for the third time. They have been here three times now and that final win still eludes them. It was a very close and exciting game. Unfortunately there were a couple of unpleasant incidents - yep, you guessed it, caused by the parents. Demir Dokic was at his best, actually walking on to the court at one point to have an altercation with the umpire. The saddest moment for me was when he took his son away after he lost his singles game with a tie breaker (ie. a VERY close game). Now I don't have supersonic hearing, but I can only guess that he was doing a post mortem on the set with him, telling him where he could have won extra points. I reckon there is a time to experience life and a time to reflect on it and straight after a game like that is not the time to reflect. Overall we only lost by three games, I'm never sure whether it's better to be thrashed or be just pipped to the post.
Unfortunately for me, the day ended in a worse way. Demir had organised for the team and parents to go out for dinner to (hopefully) celebrate our win, which of course ended up being a commiseration. Now I really like son's friends, can't say the same for their parents (not all I must say). So I had a few hours on Saturday night of reliving every lost point of the morning as well as the politics of the tennis club. At least the kids enjoyed themselves.
So that's the end of another season until the next - only four weeks away!
7 comments:
Ah yes tennis parents, almost as bad as footfall dads and soccer mums!
Hopefully I won't have to experience either of those DUP!
bugger mate - as you say there is always next season ! Hopefully your son was not too disappointed by the result.
[and the games in Sydney were washed out this weekend]
Hum - the parents all sound a bit Stepford-ish! any cute dads?
Absolutely no cute Dads on our team, although there have been some on opposing teams!
Hi Campbell,
I love the new border/trim you’ve added to your Blog Site…and very apropos, being the Campbell Tartan! It looks quite “spiffy” and definitely makes your Site a class act!
I’m sorry to hear your son’s tennis team lost their Grand Final; but they all deserve an “A” for their valiant effort. Don’t you hate it when you get together with a group of people who bore the s**t out of you and there’s no polite way to excuse yourself…so you sit there graciously nodding and smiling while imagining all the FUN things you could be up to? I tend to start squirming when I find myself in a similar situation; the others probably thing I need to use the Ladies’ Room or am in desperate need of Meds…
Oh how this is bad here. There are now sporting venues here in Sydney where the parents of child players are not aloud anywhere near the field and must stay way back from the side lines due to the harrassment.
Where has the love of the sport gone?
Where has the joy of just getting out there and playing a game gone?
Where has childhood gone when the parents take it away?
Sad, sad, so very sad.
SI
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