Lots of angry and rude posts... kinda sux that so many of us feel such angst these days...
Who can blame anyone?? Traffic's been horrendous, LIRR a nightmare, over taxed, over worked, underpaid, come home exhausted, and muster enough energy to raise good kids...
Whether your kids go public, private, Cham, Anthony's, doesn't matter... do you remember how great the feeling of playing a varsity sport, with all your friends, gearing up in anticipation, to compete against your schools' historical arch nemesis (topped w Championship title on the line)??
...once, in a lifetime experience... if you are lucky enough, by making (nowadays) year round sacrifices (training, practicing, missing parties, vacation, etc...) to be in that position to lay it all on the line one last time for your teamates and school colors...
yeah, no one died, and life goes on... but roughly 50 (seniors) were Robbed of that "once in a lifetime feeling" because some tired, beaten down adults, decided to take the easy way out, and hide behind an antiquated, CYA rule.
...pretty soon, no one will give it another thought, Except, of course, when those 50 kids, fast forward to adults, and decide to look back, on their day, that did not happen.
That's the truth. Parents made it about them. Very sad.
No it's not, a rule was broken, should it have been covered up? Is that what you're writing? Cover up the offense so the boys can play? It's unfortunate that one family from St A decided to try to game the system. He got caught, penalties come with breaking the rules
Nice comment from the original poster.
Totally agree that the parents made it about them. They tried to beat the system and take unfair advantage of things for their own (and little johnny's) benefit.
Instead the took a sledge hammer to the whole season of their son's team and destroyed the dreams of two teams (especially the seniors) who deserved the chance to play and run onto the field as triumphant victors at the end of their last championship game in their final season.
The dream of Sticks jubilantly thrown high in the air, sprinting to their goalie, jumping in each other's arms, the pile on at mid field, shoulder bumps, chest bumps, fist bumps, high fives and the roar of the crowd
....All Gone! Nothing.
Nothing but disappointment and a memo from St. Anthony's athletic director.
For many boys, their last game -LAST GAME, never happened.
That is some legacy!
