This time last year, no one cared about the Chino High Varsity football squad. In fact, playoffs weren't even in the cards for the Cowboys. They had just finished up an 0-10 season and it's safe to say that everyone was ready to put the season behind them. The prior season was also a bust, 2-8, so they had technically lost 18 straight games. They even lost the "Milkcan", a trophy for a crosstown rivalry matchup that had been in Chino's hands since 1993. Needless to say, Head Coach Setlich "resigned" and headed west. The legacy of a once marveled football department was now tarnished and in desperate need of a revamping.
Fast forward a year, enter a whole new coaching staff, group of boys, and a refreshed mentality. Cowboys are now riding high this season and are headed into the second round of playoffs with both the Milkcan back at home and a 11-0 record. The fans are back and we can once again flash our CC stickers with the pride of the past years. Sure, we dropped down a few divisions, but if that's where we belong, then so be it. Some of our Senior and Junior boys who were there through the bad times, get to enjoy the praise and fanfare they so deserve. The Chino High football program is on the right track to reclaiming the notoriety they once held. Good luck boys! U know!! Chi-no!!!!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
High School Football
For most parents, fathers especially, the idea of your son playing high school football is great. For myself, it's all I've ever dreamed of. Since he was born, I couldn't wait until I could buy him his first pair of cleats. Now, I can't wait until the day I can wear my son's letterman's jacket with pride, as I cheer him on in the stands. By the way, I'm the Mom here : )
He's a sophomore at Chino High now, and plays for the JV team..well, at least he wears the uniform on game days. You see, my son is 2 weeks shy of his 16th birthday and he only stands roughly at 5 foot 2 and weighs about 135 lbs. This is considered a disablility in the world of the pigskin. Nevermind that this is his 5th season playing football, that doesn't matter to the coaches. He could have superhero powers, and they would never know it because they don't look past his size. So there I sit, watching my boy pace on the sidelines hoping the coach will give him any opportunity to show what he's made of. It likely won't happen, because as the boys get older it's not about the game itself, but about winning. So what is a Mom to do? Well, I do what any good parent would do. I encourage him to do his very best no matter what, remind him that I love him regardless, and then we make fun of all the other parents.
You see, there is a society of desperate parents who will go to any lengths for their child to be a part of something that they don't necessarily deserve to be a part of. They make fools of themselves, embarrass their kids and basically make a mockery of the game. These include the nose-up-the-coaches-tail Dads who all but bribe the coach for their son to have a much coveted spot on the playing field. Those are always fun to watch, trying so hard for their boy to be everything they are not. Then there are the Dads who make their child work so hard to be the best that they burn the kid out and one day the kid says "I don't even want to play football, I do it because you make me!". That's always interesting to see Dad's jaw drop to the floor when reality gives it to him right in the bread basket. Then you have to love the parent who wants to be a part of the coaching staff to ensure his kids playing time. HELLO!! Do you guys not know that we common folk know what's going on when your mediocre athelete of a son is starting and playing first string??? (chuckle) No, I'm not bitter..annoyed? yes..bitter? No! I just wish there was some sort of union that could back up the boys that have heart and determination, not just circumstance. Maybe that will be my next mission, equal rights for all student-athletes! We'll see, I should probably just stick to my day job and continue to love and support my son no matter what. He'll have his time, and you can bet I'll be there to cheer him on when he does.
He's a sophomore at Chino High now, and plays for the JV team..well, at least he wears the uniform on game days. You see, my son is 2 weeks shy of his 16th birthday and he only stands roughly at 5 foot 2 and weighs about 135 lbs. This is considered a disablility in the world of the pigskin. Nevermind that this is his 5th season playing football, that doesn't matter to the coaches. He could have superhero powers, and they would never know it because they don't look past his size. So there I sit, watching my boy pace on the sidelines hoping the coach will give him any opportunity to show what he's made of. It likely won't happen, because as the boys get older it's not about the game itself, but about winning. So what is a Mom to do? Well, I do what any good parent would do. I encourage him to do his very best no matter what, remind him that I love him regardless, and then we make fun of all the other parents.
You see, there is a society of desperate parents who will go to any lengths for their child to be a part of something that they don't necessarily deserve to be a part of. They make fools of themselves, embarrass their kids and basically make a mockery of the game. These include the nose-up-the-coaches-tail Dads who all but bribe the coach for their son to have a much coveted spot on the playing field. Those are always fun to watch, trying so hard for their boy to be everything they are not. Then there are the Dads who make their child work so hard to be the best that they burn the kid out and one day the kid says "I don't even want to play football, I do it because you make me!". That's always interesting to see Dad's jaw drop to the floor when reality gives it to him right in the bread basket. Then you have to love the parent who wants to be a part of the coaching staff to ensure his kids playing time. HELLO!! Do you guys not know that we common folk know what's going on when your mediocre athelete of a son is starting and playing first string??? (chuckle) No, I'm not bitter..annoyed? yes..bitter? No! I just wish there was some sort of union that could back up the boys that have heart and determination, not just circumstance. Maybe that will be my next mission, equal rights for all student-athletes! We'll see, I should probably just stick to my day job and continue to love and support my son no matter what. He'll have his time, and you can bet I'll be there to cheer him on when he does.
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