For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for March 28, 2017

Of course.

My opinion is pretty much the opposite of Elly’s. I liked the kid sports when it was my kids playing and I was sad when the season was over. I would socialize with the other moms and we had almost as much fun as the kids.

That’s right, Elly. The puck stops here!

Hockey never ends!

Unless, of course, they get into playoffs.

A lesson in perspective!

I agree, but I would keep that comment to myself. I must not forget that was for the benefit of the strip.

My youngest son played every sport possible. Football, baseball. swimming and basketball. Swimming was the worst because you had to be there at the break of dawn and since he was a pretty good swimmer he was on the relays which were always the last event of the day and usually it was 1 or so when they started.

Now we have the right one…

Lynn’s Notes:

I got a few letters from exhausted hockey moms when this came out. We all needed as much support as we could get!

I can sympathize with the sports mom’s – especially if they had more than one kid playing.

Often, like with kid’s soccer, the fields are spread all over town which creates logistical nightmares and ardent prayers for bilocation by parents shuttling kids from one place to the other for practices and games.

My hat’s off to all the Moms and Dads who take an interest in their kid’s sports and dutifully chauffeur them around and ardently cheer them on, or volunteer to assist .

For may years, when I officiated youth soccer, I saw too many kids whose parents were “too busy” to attend their children’s games and could care less what their kids were doing – so long as the child wasn’t interfering in the parent’s pursuits.

We really need a block feature on here. There are some miserable people reading these things.

At any rate, this brings up a tale told by Pablo Casals (the 80-something-year-old cellist). Early in his career, he was playing a performance of Carmen, and he and the player next to him were discussing their favorite moments of the opera. Casals named several truly beautiful moments, but the other man disagreed. His favorite moment was when Don Jose sings his last line.

“You’re right,” Casals said, “that is heartbreakingly beautiful.”

“It’s beautiful,” the other man said, “because when I hear it, I know I’ll be going home in a few minutes.”

Telling the story some forty years later, Casals said, “After all this time, I still can’t forgive that man for saying that.”

Save the best for last!

When is the curling season?

No more 3:00 AM practice times!!!!! (In small town canada, if there was only one rink, the younger the players the more oppressive the practice times.)

I thought they played hockey year-round up in Canada. Or am I thinking of curling?