Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that I have a pretty messed up sense of humor but when it comes down to it I’m a relatively wholesome and good person.
There’s no real way to detail this anecdote without making me sound like an asshole. Here we go:
January 5, 2013
For those of you who don’t know, I am an EMT for a Youth Sports League on the weekends here in Phoenix. It’s a relatively engaging and rewarding job because I love kids and being able to do what I love is exceptionally fulfilling.
There are obvious responsibilities to the job like providing on site medical care for the little nuggets, but additionally, we are site administrators and coordinators for the general checking-in procedure before games. Part of this includes weighing in the kids depending on what weight division they play at.
Unfortunately, one of the nuggets wasn’t so little. As soon as the kid stepped on the scale I could tell he was apprehensive about his weigh-in. I looked down and the “little dude” was 4 lbs over his max weight.
I had to look him in the eye and say, “Sorry bud, you can’t play today.”
As soon as I said this he went on a small Godzilla-like rampage (similar to a Sue Sylvester break-down on Glee) and threw his helmet, shoved his teammates aside and then began wailing furiously. I had to finish up the weigh-in but afterwards I went to cheer him up.
“Hey little guy, don’t feel bad. We all have bad scale days! I’m trying to lose 30 lbs, at least you only need to lose 4!” I said trying to calm him down.
“Thanks, mister.” he replied.
At that point I almost had a quarter life crisis. I can’t believe he called me “Mister”. Am I really that old now?
In the end, he ended up playing waterboy for the game and also gave out orange slices.
Did I mention I LOVE orange slices?
It was a good day.
First time visiting. Love your site…I think, do you make 14 year old kids cry often?
I wish we could return to simple “orange slices.” I’m often the team mom for our kids soccer teams, and my husband the coach. You would think I was slapping the other moms across the face when we request they do not bring cupcakes and chips and sugar juice as the snacks. It’s unbelievable that people compete on what to bring…now everyone feels obligated to bring (3 things and cover siblings. “But they look forward to cookies.” NO.
We need an EMT to make some of the Orange County parents cry…got any free weekends in spring?
I’m clicking to follow your site. Please stop by my end of the blog-o-sphere.
Sandi
http://www.ahhsome.wordpress.com
Lake Forest, CA
Thanks for dropping by! I hope you enjoyed my rant. Haha
I completely agree with the foods sentiment at sports games! I feel like a bad “healthcare professional” when I see these kids eating rubbish when they’re working their little butts off to stay in shape and make weight for games! Cupcakes are fantastic though!
I’d love to make parents cry. Their tears fuel my awesomeness.
I followed your blog as well, looking forward to seeing what craziness happens in Lake Forest, CA!
Cheers,
N