On Capital Hill, one of two games is called on account of rain
Guy T. Sturino
March 11, 2006
The game was not going well on Thursday, when Billy had a tantrum. He had gathered with his friends for a little game of give and take, but they just wouldn’t follow his rules. So, little Billy rained crocodile tears, ranted that the other side wouldn’t play ‘fair’, and stopped the game. Since he’s the leader, it is his house after all, he can do that. And, “Since I can, I will,” seems to be what he told the rest of the kids who came to play.
No amount of adult counseling made any difference. The game could not continue. But, that was not the real tragedy. The spectators didn’t even seem to care. Maybe that’s because the sports writers only interviewed their favorite players, and then chose to take sides rather than report the game. If it were a Major League game, the fans would have stormed the field if the players wouldn’t play. Obviously, this wasn’t the Majors, it wasn’t even the Minors, it was just a sand lot game on Capital Hill.
The stakes in the game this week were high. Rules are needed for the younger players in the game because there is no such thing as a common agreement of the definition of sportsmanship. The new players have, most assuredly, proven to the fans that any display of honor and integrity is just for show. So, now rules are required. Players must be told how to act. You might think that this would not be necessary, but in reality, the players in this game are subject to the same foibles as players in the Majors. Some hot shots just won’t accept being subject to the same rules as the rest of the team.
The other prize this week was just as great. Billy’s uncle George was making a deal to turn over part of the playing field to a foreign government. Not a foreign company, a foreign government. Most of the players seemed to be in agreement, they wanted to stop the deal. But, Billy’s uncle George had already been embarrassed enough by the players in the other game, and that’s when little Billy threw his tantrum.
Since Billy and his friends have gotten control of the game, only one team gets to bat. It doesn’t matter anymore how good a player may be, how much experience he or she has, or how many fans support them, if Billy doesn’t want them to bat, they can’t bat – and that’s the end of that. What fun is there in watching this sort of nonsense?
Fans today ignore the game.
But, why should anyone complain?
No adult can save the day
when little Billy wants his way.
As little Billy hangs his head,
and crocodile tears are shed.
He mutters that ‘they’ won’t play fair.
It makes me want to pull my hair.
It used to be a grown-up’s game,
in the days before the children came.
No amount of adult counseling made any difference. The game could not continue. But, that was not the real tragedy. The spectators didn’t even seem to care. Maybe that’s because the sports writers only interviewed their favorite players, and then chose to take sides rather than report the game. If it were a Major League game, the fans would have stormed the field if the players wouldn’t play. Obviously, this wasn’t the Majors, it wasn’t even the Minors, it was just a sand lot game on Capital Hill.
The stakes in the game this week were high. Rules are needed for the younger players in the game because there is no such thing as a common agreement of the definition of sportsmanship. The new players have, most assuredly, proven to the fans that any display of honor and integrity is just for show. So, now rules are required. Players must be told how to act. You might think that this would not be necessary, but in reality, the players in this game are subject to the same foibles as players in the Majors. Some hot shots just won’t accept being subject to the same rules as the rest of the team.
The other prize this week was just as great. Billy’s uncle George was making a deal to turn over part of the playing field to a foreign government. Not a foreign company, a foreign government. Most of the players seemed to be in agreement, they wanted to stop the deal. But, Billy’s uncle George had already been embarrassed enough by the players in the other game, and that’s when little Billy threw his tantrum.
Since Billy and his friends have gotten control of the game, only one team gets to bat. It doesn’t matter anymore how good a player may be, how much experience he or she has, or how many fans support them, if Billy doesn’t want them to bat, they can’t bat – and that’s the end of that. What fun is there in watching this sort of nonsense?
Fans today ignore the game.
But, why should anyone complain?
No adult can save the day
when little Billy wants his way.
As little Billy hangs his head,
and crocodile tears are shed.
He mutters that ‘they’ won’t play fair.
It makes me want to pull my hair.
It used to be a grown-up’s game,
in the days before the children came.
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