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It seems in the past couple of weeks some tensions are on the rise. While I was cleaning out an old drawer came across this little poem and with play offs coming thought maybe it was worth posting.

WINNING IS NOT THE REASON WHY

Winning is not the reason why
A tear of joy fills the parents eye
It's what our children learned on
The field, or court, or ice
That can't be bought for any price.

So, Mom, Dad and Coaches, too
Don't get down and feeling blue
Because your team has lost a game
A simple smile will ease the pain.

Remember instead the lesson learned
What we receive in life must be earned
By practice, patience, & a lot of skill
And not the attitude to kill, kill,kill.

But best of all you know you've won
When after a game walking with your son,
He says "hey dad can Jim have a ride?"
You see, Jim plays for the other side.

Author I do not know, and this was in the 1993 Pee wee State Tournament Program. The best of all in their play offs, some will win, but most will eventually lose.
Have fun enjoy the moment and remember that compared what is going on else where this is still just a game so enjoy playing while you can, the youth experience ends all to fast.
Parents also enjoy as time really flies by and before you realize it your children have moved out of the house.

This is my favorite

"It's You and I Who Make Our Fates"

Sometimes I think,
The fates must grin,
As we denounce them and insist,
The only reason we can’t win,
Is the fates themselves have missed.

Yet there lives on the ancient claim,
We win or lose within ourselves,
The shinning trophy is on our shelves,
Can never win tomorrows game.

You and I know deeper down,
There’s always a chance to win the crown,
But when we fail to give our best,
We simply haven’t met the test,
Of giving all and saving none,
Till the game is really won.

Of showing what is meant by grit,
Of playing through when others quit,
Now baring down, not letting up,
It’s baring down that wins the cup.

Of dreaming there’s a goal ahead,
Of hoping when our dreams our dead,
Of praying when our hopes have fled.

Yet losing, Not afraid to fall,
If gamely we have given all,
For who can ask more of a man,
Than giving all with in his span,
Giving all it seems to me,
Is not so far from victory.

And so the fates are seldom wrong,
No matter how they twist and wind,
It’s you and I who make our fates.

We open up, Or close the gates,
On the road ahead, Or the road behind!

Thanks Greybeard. I need to be reminded of this everyday!