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For Now,
No Time for Games
Like
everyone, I have been watching the horrible events of the past few
days. Although I am a sports fan, I was almost happy when, for the
first time in more than 50 years, Major League Baseball canceled
its scheduled games. And that other sports quickly did the same.
Who could possibly
watch or play a game on a day like September 11, 2001?
But soon enough,
the games will start again. And that is a good thing.
Our sports,
our games, have always given people a distraction, a rest, from
the sometimes sad events of the real world. After the surprise attack
on Pearl Harbor in December 1941, some argued that Major League
Baseball should stop because the country was now in World War II.
President Franklin Delano Roosevelt insisted that the games go on.
He knew that Americans would need the fun and joy that sports can
bring during the dark days that were coming.
So, yes, we
will go back to caring about and playing our games. Back to caring
about whether the Washington Redskins can start winning. Whether
Michael Jordan will come back. Whether Barry Bonds or Sammy Sosa
will hit 71 home runs. Back to rooting for Mia Hamm to score a goal
for the U.S.A.
And once again,
kids everywhere will put on the uniforms that they love so much
and play soccer, baseball, football and all the other sports that
mean the world to them.
And all that
is good. But maybe after all that has happened we should go back
to our games changed, if only a little bit.
Maybe we shouldn't
let television commentators describe a football game as "a
war." After all, now we know how wars are fought. Maybe parents,
kids and coaches should not scream at referees from soccer sidelines.
Haven't we heard enough screams? Maybe we shouldn't care so much
about every instant replay. I have seen the replay of that plane
slamming into the side of the World Trade Center enough times to
last a lifetime.
Instead, maybe
we should go back to find what is best in our sports. Back to the
simple physical sensation of chasing a soccer ball on a glorious
autumn day. Back to the wide-eyed wonder of watching the perfect
arc of a home run or touchdown pass against the night sky.
Back to the
joy that our games can bring.
Because after
all that has happened, we could use a little joy.
FRED BOWEN is
the author of sports novels for kids. Write to him at KidsPost,
1150 15th St. NW, Washington, DC 20071. Or e-mail (with "The
Score" in the subject field): kidspost@washpost.com.
© 2001
The Washington Post Company
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