Momzilla just found this story when browsing the New York Times in search of information, culture, and pithy speaking points for the weekend's social gatherings.
As a Momzilla constantly battling the internal struggles to quell the Zilla and promote sportsmanship (as well as control portion sizes in order to avoid having to open a credit card at Lane Bryant), I thought it would behoove me to check out this article.
Well, Momzilla shed a few tears (which should surprise no one), while simultaneously appreciating the pivotal role of the umpire-jock whose ignorance of the rules of the game allowed this story to unfold. Mostly, Momzilla was encouraged that in the current era of competitive sports, such a showing of sportsmanship took place, and even better, was celebrated by a truly well-done story by ESPN.
On further reflection, this was softball, where all the girls (okay, at least many of the girls) love each other. What about figure skating?
Momzilla calls to mind the culture at our rink, where every ugly fall is quickly met by a kid or coach skating over to assess the okayness of the fallen. Sportsmanship is, thankfully, alive in individual sports.
I recently heard about an injury that resulted in paramedics carting the skater to the hospital in an ambulance. While the little thing remained immobile on the ice, awaiting her sirened chariot to arrive, one of the coaches asked a Momzilla in the stands for her fleece blanket to keep the injured skater warm. After (reportedly) reluctantly handing over the blanket, the Momzilla approached the coach after the skater was carried off to the ambulance. She professed no concerns about the injured child; she only wanted to know when she was going to get her blanket back.
Sadly, the Momzillae have a lot to learn from the kids. I hope that the kids teach, and teach well, before learning Momzilla's ugly ways.