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Barrister

How old is Tommy that he's starting to play football?
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derspiess

Quote from: Barrister on July 27, 2015, 01:17:54 PM
How old is Tommy that he's starting to play football?

Second grade (7 years old).  It's a little early, but he wanted to start playing a sport this year.  He was originally thinking soccer, but I gave him my honest feedback on that-- basically that I played soccer in 2nd grade when I could have played football and ended up regretting it.

Plus he has some friends from school on this team and he'll get to scrimmage against his cousin, who is on the 3rd grade team.  So far he's liking it, is learning, and is showing good effort.

His mental focus is still on baseball, though.  He's been obsessed with MLB from the first couple weeks of the season and now wishes he had played baseball this year. 
"If you can play a guitar and harmonica at the same time, like Bob Dylan or Neil Young, you're a genius. But make that extra bit of effort and strap some cymbals to your knees, suddenly people want to get the hell away from you."  --Rich Hall

Barrister

Quote from: derspiess on July 27, 2015, 01:27:02 PM
Quote from: Barrister on July 27, 2015, 01:17:54 PM
How old is Tommy that he's starting to play football?

Second grade (7 years old).  It's a little early, but he wanted to start playing a sport this year.  He was originally thinking soccer, but I gave him my honest feedback on that-- basically that I played soccer in 2nd grade when I could have played football and ended up regretting it.

Plus he has some friends from school on this team and he'll get to scrimmage against his cousin, who is on the 3rd grade team.  So far he's liking it, is learning, and is showing good effort.

His mental focus is still on baseball, though.  He's been obsessed with MLB from the first couple weeks of the season and now wishes he had played baseball this year.

No judgment here, but I would not put my kids in contact football at that age.

I'm surprised you didn't put him into baseball though.
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Josquius

My cousins kid is 7 and really into rugby. I think they just do tag rugby though, no scrums or anything like that.
Kids playing American football must be expensive, all that equipment...
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Barrister

Quote from: Tyr on July 27, 2015, 01:50:04 PM
My cousins kid is 7 and really into rugby. I think they just do tag rugby though, no scrums or anything like that.
Kids playing American football must be expensive, all that equipment...

Correct me if I'm wrong, Speiss, but for football all the equipment tends to belong to the team.

Now unfortunately for hockey each kid is expected to provide their own equipment, and it is expensive...
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derspiess

Quote from: Barrister on July 27, 2015, 01:32:23 PM
No judgment here, but I would not put my kids in contact football at that age.

You're not alone.  But in my observation injury risk starts low around this age and increases up through high school.  These kids don't move fast or hit hard enough to do much damage.  I got my fair share of reps when I played and the worst I ever got was bruises on my arms.

QuoteI'm surprised you didn't put him into baseball though.

Yeah, I tried to gently nudge him in that direction during sign-ups but he kept telling me "next year".  I had decided I wasn't going to force a particular sport on him, so I let it go.  With as much baseball as we have watched, plus going to his cousin's games, it drives him crazy that he didn't play this year and he obviously wishes now that he had listened to me.  Keeping that life lesson in the holster for later.

So in preparation for next spring we've been throwing almost every day and practicing hitting once or twice a week. 

Quote from: Barrister on July 27, 2015, 01:54:48 PM
Quote from: Tyr on July 27, 2015, 01:50:04 PM
My cousins kid is 7 and really into rugby. I think they just do tag rugby though, no scrums or anything like that.
Kids playing American football must be expensive, all that equipment...

Correct me if I'm wrong, Speiss, but for football all the equipment tends to belong to the team.

Yep.  Equipment rental from the league is still not cheap IMO but at least he gets a cool custom jersey he gets to keep.
"If you can play a guitar and harmonica at the same time, like Bob Dylan or Neil Young, you're a genius. But make that extra bit of effort and strap some cymbals to your knees, suddenly people want to get the hell away from you."  --Rich Hall

crazy canuck

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I know there is a strong cultural pull to do this in the US but I would really give this a second thought.

The data coming out about brain trauma playing football, even at low impact speeds, is some scary stuff.  It is all cumulative so the worst part is you wont even know he is suffering injuries from the minor hits he is taking.

Similar evidence for rugby and hockey.  They are all high risk sports.


edit:  I should tell you it was enough for us to pull our youngest out of football and rugby at the age of 12.  After one season of both he had two concussions and probably more minor ones that were never actually diagnosed.

Savonarola

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I'm a feminist. I'm a dude. And I hate that I love to grill.

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Jacob Brogan, grilling.

I hate how much I love to grill. It's not that I'm inclined to vegetarianism or that I otherwise object to the practice itself. But I'm uncomfortable with the pleasure I take in something so conventionally masculine. Looming over the coals, tongs in hand, I feel estranged from myself, recast in the role of suburban dad. At such moments, I get the sense that I've fallen into a societal trap, one that reaffirms gender roles I've spent years trying to undo. The whole business feels retrograde, a relic of some earlier, less inclusive era.

I take food prep a little too seriously, curtly brushing others out of the way when I step up to the kitchen counter. In my online dating days, I tried to spin this fault as a feature, describing myself as "a finicky, meticulous cook." On reflection, I'm probably just kind of a jerk, but when I'm grilling I worry that I've become something even worse. Am I shoving others out of the way because it makes me feel like a man? Have I become some sort of monster?

Paging through photographs of my years in grad school recently, I came across one in which two colleagues and I stand in a semicircle around a kettle grill. Though my eyes are downcast in the image, I'm not sad. Instead, I'm studying the burgers in front of me, and I'm happy. Our friend Katrina—the only woman in frame—leans in from the left, somehow outside of the scene, despite her presence in it.

This picture captures so much of what delights me about grilling and so much of what embarrasses me about that delight. On the one hand, there's the peculiar alchemy of sun and smoke that makes summer days sprawl. On the other hand, it bears the stain of unintentional masculine cliché. Gathered around the coals with beers slung low, we're all but enacting a myth of the American man, telling a story in postures and poses. No longer mere Ph.D. students, we have become bros.

It's not that I think we're doing anything consciously sexist. Friends who were there that day remind me that we were actively making light of cookout customs even as we were participating in them. I suspect that everyone in the photograph identifies as a feminist. Yet the three of us look suspiciously like characters in a commercial, one where masculinity itself seems to be for sale.

I'm thinking—maybe you are too—of Hillshire Farm's obnoxious "Go Meat" television spot. As it opens (watch it if you must), a man works a grill alone. Without warning, a man in another yard begins a call-and-response chant about the meat he's cooking, and after a brief moment of confusion, our hero and two other solitary grillmasters join in. The camera cuts for a moment to a crane shot, showing us the men isolated in their adjacent but fenced-off yards. In the final scene, all four have gathered around a single grill, united in celebration.

Men, this commercial suggests, come together as men when they do a manly thing. Their grills become symbolic meeting points. They enable what scholars call homosocial contact, a kind of same-sex intimacy that deflects the supposed dangers of sexual contact between men but allows them to confirm their masculinity by excluding women. Grilling, in other words, allows these characters to cozy up to one another while still maintaining their understanding of themselves as truly manly men.

Significantly, the notion that grilling is a manly thing for very, very manly men is far from universal. In an article for Forbes, Meghan Casserly proposes that men like to grill because it's dangerous and because they don't have to clean up afterward. Yet "women preside over the grill" in much of the world. Though many claim that men grill because they're somehow drawn to fire, presumably by some atavistic impulse carried in our chromosomes, the masculine connotations of grilling are culturally specific, and hence culturally constructed.

Many claim that the association between modern grilling and masculinity originates in the former's prehistory, when barbecuing meant heavy logs and whole animals. (Slim as my buddies and I were in that old picture, I doubt we would have been able to join in.) Ironically, it wasn't until grilling became much easier—thanks, as the historic gastronomist Sarah Lohman explains, to the midcentury invention of the kettle grill—that the connection began to take hold. It derived from the way these new grills were marketed and sold rather than from anything essential to the practice itself.

Lohman suggests that advertisers in the United States, starting in the 1950s, targeted men because they constituted an untapped market. Where women felt "they could just use their stoves," men could be more easily persuaded to try out a new device. Adweek's Robert Klara traces a direct lineage between these early commercial overtures and more recent ones. "Whether the product is a Swift-brand T-bone in 1960 or a Weber S-470 today," Klara writes, "the man at the grill has always served up the branding."

There's another reason why advertising has so successfully linked grilling to masculinity, which has to do with long-standing cultural conventions that associate women with the private sphere and men with the public. This assumption has long contributed to the scarcity of women in professional kitchens. The U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics counts 364,000 employees in the role of chef or head cook. Nearly 83 percent of them—fully 302,000—are men. A variety of factors contribute to this imbalance, from the aggressive bro culture of the culinary brigade system to the lack of child care support. Underneath it all, however, is the idea that women are so beholden to domestic kitchens that they don't belong in professional ones.

The association of grilling and masculinity partakes of a similar logic.  Unlike most other traditionally "feminine" forms of domestic cooking, grilling typically happens outside, and hence in the public sphere. The putatively masculine quality of grilling may derive in part from the old public-private gender split. In that sense, it shares a common cause with the belief that women belong in the home.

Of course, having all this context doesn't stop me from grilling, or from enjoying myself when I do. The other night, a few friends and I gathered out back to cook some sausages. We stood around the grill together, watching the meat cook. I was happy in their company and only a little embarrassed that I wouldn't let anyone else take the tongs.

http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2015/07/grilling_feminism_and_masculinity_a_grand_unified_theory.html

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derspiess

Quote from: crazy canuck on July 27, 2015, 02:35:12 PM
I know there is a strong cultural pull to do this in the US but I would really give this a second thought.

The data coming out about brain trauma playing football, even at low impact speeds, is some scary stuff.  It is all cumulative so the worst part is you wont even know he is suffering injuries from the minor hits he is taking.

Similar evidence for rugby and hockey.  They are all high risk sports.


edit:  I should tell you it was enough for us to pull our youngest out of football and rugby at the age of 12.  After one season of both he had two concussions and probably more minor ones that were never actually diagnosed.

Appreciate the concern, but the coaches and the league are Heads-Up certified and it is strongly enforced (remarkably similar to how anti-spearing rules were enforced in the youth league I played in in the 80s).  There's always risk of course, but I'm not going to keep him in a bubble.
"If you can play a guitar and harmonica at the same time, like Bob Dylan or Neil Young, you're a genius. But make that extra bit of effort and strap some cymbals to your knees, suddenly people want to get the hell away from you."  --Rich Hall

Barrister

Quote from: derspiess on July 27, 2015, 03:18:55 PM
Appreciate the concern, but the coaches and the league are Heads-Up certified and it is strongly enforced (remarkably similar to how anti-spearing rules were enforced in the youth league I played in in the 80s).  There's always risk of course, but I'm not going to keep him in a bubble.

I'm not going to question you on your choices for your son, but there is a middle ground between "playing contact football at age 7" and "living in a bubble". :P



Timmy is old enough to play hockey this year.  There's no contact for several years, but put uneven skaters on slippery ice and there's lots of possibilities for heads hitting the ice.  Not sure what I'm going to do (plus hockey is really expensive).  Probably just going to push on a decision and sign him up for skating lessons this winter.

Plus, he hardly set the soccer world afire this past summer. :lol: :( 
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derspiess

Quote from: Barrister on July 27, 2015, 03:28:06 PM
I'm not going to question you on your choices for your son,

Second time you've said that.

Quotebut there is a middle ground between "playing contact football at age 7" and "living in a bubble". :P

Trust me, having seen him play sandlot football and roughhouse with his cousin and friends, league football can't be any worse.
"If you can play a guitar and harmonica at the same time, like Bob Dylan or Neil Young, you're a genius. But make that extra bit of effort and strap some cymbals to your knees, suddenly people want to get the hell away from you."  --Rich Hall

Barrister

Quote from: derspiess on July 27, 2015, 03:39:50 PM
Quote from: Barrister on July 27, 2015, 03:28:06 PM
I'm not going to question you on your choices for your son,

Second time you've said that.

Nu-uh.  First time I said:

QuoteNo judgment here

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derspiess

You win at Languish-- but fail at normal people talk!
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alfred russel

Quote from: Barrister on July 27, 2015, 03:28:06 PM
Quote from: derspiess on July 27, 2015, 03:18:55 PM
Appreciate the concern, but the coaches and the league are Heads-Up certified and it is strongly enforced (remarkably similar to how anti-spearing rules were enforced in the youth league I played in in the 80s).  There's always risk of course, but I'm not going to keep him in a bubble.

I'm not going to question you on your choices for your son, but there is a middle ground between "playing contact football at age 7" and "living in a bubble". :P



Timmy is old enough to play hockey this year.  There's no contact for several years, but put uneven skaters on slippery ice and there's lots of possibilities for heads hitting the ice.  Not sure what I'm going to do (plus hockey is really expensive).  Probably just going to push on a decision and sign him up for skating lessons this winter.

Plus, he hardly set the soccer world afire this past summer. :lol: :(

Haven't there been some studies that soccer produces a bunch of concussions/head injuries too?
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