Nothing in that is showing that I was "pissed"....but to someone who has only gotten a "participation ribbon" for being last man on a Tball team at eleven years old with other five year olds, I guess not ever being picked colors his outlook.
Finally, someone makes this point. I've always felt this way about the "participation ribbon" generation, but I've never seen anybody have the balls to actually say it out loud. That's because, and as a former pool champion (9-time Cleveland Open winner, look it up) in his early 60s, I am well-equipped to say this: our generation is still coddling these youngsters. We never call them on their shit. We need to stop giving them "participation ribbons" and start telling them that they actually suck and are losers and that we're the really cool guys with awesome stories. My grandfather fought in WW1, my father lived through a depression and then took on Tojo at Guadalcanal, I once ate breakfast with Paul Hornung, and what the fuck have you people done?
I can remember when my son was playing tee ball, and he fucking sucked alligator balls. He couldn't even catch a routine fly and I was like "you little motherfucker. You need to be Mickey Mantle or my life is fucking meaningless, you goddamn runt." So anyway, end of the season, I go up to the coach and I say "let's get these little dickheads some trophies even though they all suck. If I get enough trophies in his bedroom, I can pretend he's a great athlete and maybe get some pussy out of it or something." And the coach was like "way ahead of you, brodog, bought them before the season even started".
Anyway, fast forward 25 years, and this kid is some kind of lawyer or some shit. And I admit I fell asleep at the wheel a little bit when I realized this loser wasn't gonna make any real cheese playing in the big leagues, and his mom and stepdad sort of did the heavy lifting, I'm a big man, I can admit that, I had pool to the play and pussy to slay. But whatever, I'm still his dad, so I get in a little hot water because I accidentally tried to start a midget slavery ring, and I call this kid for some lawyering or whatever you call it. He's like "I'm an optometrist. That's not a kind of lawyer. How many times have I told you that?" You believe that? The fucking balls. You bet your ass I brought up the trophy I got him when he was 5. I got you something for nothing and you won't even give me a lot more for even less? Pssssh. This country is going to dickville fast, glad I won't be around to see it.