LIFE OF REILLY: The Parent Trap
BYLINE: Rick Reilly, Sports Illustrated, Pg. 76 Vol. 105 No. 4 email@example.com
I went out to get my paper this morning and found my neighbor Dalton instead.
He was slumped on my stoop, looking as though he'd slept under a marching band. His eyes sported
five-pound bags, his right hand was bandaged and bloody, and his face was sunk like a bad soufflé.
"My God!" I said. "What happened to you? You look like a 20-car funeral!"
"Youth lacrosse happened to me," he grumbled. "The Competitive Elite Lacrosse League. My little
Ashley made one of those 'travel teams.' Pray it never happens to you, dude."
He explained. "See, I really never thought Ashley was all that hot at lacrosse, and she's only 14. But
when she made this competitive team, all the parents said it was a big honor. They said it's the only way to
make your high school varsity, and it's the road to a scholarship, and it looks great on your résumé.
"I'm not even sure Ashley wanted to do it. But all of her friends made it, so she just had to do it.
What was I gonna do? Tell my little girl no?
"Next thing you know, I'm writing a check for $1,500. Then it turns out, they practice or play seven
days a week on these things. And it's clear across town, so pretty soon I'm standing on the sidelines every
day of the week.
"My wife can't do it 'cause she has to take Justin to hockey every day. Why an eight-year-old
nearsighted kid needs a 42-game schedule is beyond me. What is he, Wayne Gretzky? Plus there's pylon
camp and forecheck camp and backward-skating lessons with his personal coach, Hans.
"So pretty soon I got no life. Family dinners? Forget it. Every meal is in the car--righthanded Taco
Bell. I almost never see my wife awake. When I do, I have to ask for I.D.
"Then this lunatic lacrosse coach schedules an extra 6 a.m. practice every day. It's like the old
bottle-feeding days. I'd be like, 'I got her last time. You get her.' And Denise would moan, 'I had to stay up
for Midnight Madness last night. Your turn.' Then, at night Ashley is so tired, we end up doing her dang
homework! And we're gettin' C's!
"Anyway, Ashley and I started flying to all these stupid tournaments--Dallas and Baltimore and, my
God, Ottawa!--and every one is billed as 'the recruiting event of the year!' And do you know who we see at
these tournaments? The same damn girls we used to play in our neighborhood league! Essentially, we're
flying across the country to get our ass kicked by the same exact people!
"So I start talking to these girls' parents, and it turns out they don't really want to be there either,
but their kids were saying we were going to do it, so they had to!
"But then my wife gets to talking to some other moms at Justin's slap shot workshop, and they say
we're crazy if we don't have a 'performance-enhancement specialist' for our kids. So she signs them both up
with one. Then she finds out most of these girls have 'recruiting consultants' who make highlight reels of
kids and send them to college coaches. I'm like, 'She's 14!' And my wife is like, 'You're gonna tell our little
girl no?' Then we add a rating-service guy and a sports psychologist and a webmaster.
"Well, what with me working half time and all this crap I'm paying for and all these trips, I had to
take out a second mortgage. Denise can't work because she's spending every waking moment in a freezing
ice rink, which makes her joints stiffen up. Luckily, Hans knows some New Age massage technique that
makes her feel better.
"So now I'm getting no sleep, turning my stomach into a Dumpster and having less sex than a dead
monk. But before I can put my foot down, my boss does. He fires me! And as he's firing me, he adds, 'By
the way, the average lacrosse scholarship is $1,000, you putz!' So I punch him, and now I think my hand
might be broken.
"I stomp out and go find Ashley to say, 'It's over.' And she goes, 'Whatever. I quit today anyway. My
sports psychologist says you guys push me too hard.'
"Nice. So I go home to tell Denise, but she's not there. Three days go by. I figure she's at the Elite
Competitive Hockeypalooza in Cheyenne. Turns out she moved in with Hans. Says she wants to be with
someone who 'knows' her. Oh, and she really likes massages.
"So now I get home and somebody changed the locks! Probably the mortgage company, since I'm
"And do you know what I learned from all this, man? I learned that the most viciously competitive
sport in the world is parenting.
"Anyway, what I wanted to ask you is--you wanna buy some lacrosse sticks?"