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Help Out Frazier Park Here In Charlotte

by Richard

I’m a big believer in the idea that sports can make any young dude or dudette’s life safer, more secure and better. Playing sports is an almost surefire way to help reach a better life, not just because of how you play, but because of the skills and character you develop as a player both on and off the court.

Of course, for you to really reach your potential, you will need some good equipment. Which is one reason why cities and other local governments put up parks. Well, here in Charlotte, we’ve got Frazier Park. It’s got a basketball area, but it’s more than a little run down and needs some help the city’s just not going to cough up.

So I guess it’s a good idea that Sprite is around. Yeah, I know. I can hardly believe it either. Still, here’s the deal.

Sprite and the National Recreation and Parks Association have identified 25 courts (including Charlotte’s Frazier Park) across the country to receive grants ranging from $5,000 to $15,000 to be used to refurbish rims, backboards, lights, benches, playing surfaces, etc. – sparking new life in these active public spaces.

As you can tell, Frazier Park needs the refresh.


The good news is that Frazier Park will be getting some money to refresh the playing area. The better news is that it might be getting a lot more, like $15,000 to really go to town. But to get all those Benjamins, the park needs your help.

Normally, you’d have to buy a Sprite and then go to SpriteSparkParks.com and enter the code you found under the cap of the Sprite. However, because I love you dudes so much, and because, frankly, somebody sent me some information on this and I thought it would be a good idea to run it, I’ve got a special code you can use once a day from now until May 31. No need to buy a Sprite if you want to help Frazier Park win $15,000.

Now, if you go to SpriteSparkParks.com, all you have to do is enter spriteparksvote. Again, that code can be used by you only once per day from now until May 31. The good news is that anyone can use it. So those once per days can really add up, if a whole bunch of you decide to get off your duffs and help a park out.

It’s not that hard, dudes. Just click, type a bit, and then come back tomorrow and do the same. Let’s help Charlotte’s own Frazier Park start looking better, attracting more of the young dudes to its new surface, and helping more of them begin to earn the benefits that come from playing sports.

Remember: type in spriteparksvote when you go to SpriteSparkParks.com.

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Nice Shootin’, Tex

by Richard

In our what’s-happening-now world, I know I’m coming at this a little late, but I just found out about the following video. Before we begin, let’s do a little background.

A dude named Tommy Jordan lives in North Carolina and he’s the father of a 15-year-old girl. Well, he asked his daughter to do some chores and she, being a teenager, didn’t want to do it. So she took to Facebook and ended there vomiting up a privileged rant about how she is not her parents’ “slave” and the like.

Well, Mr. Jordan didn’t like reading that and he had a unique solution to the problem. Rather than talk to his daughter or work with her on how to behave correctly or, really, make any substantie changes to her behavior, he simply took away her ability to make snide posts on Facebook.

He shot her computer. Actually, let me take that back. He emptied a clip into her computer. Here’s the video.

Yeah, the dad seems like he’s a bit distressed by the whole thing.

Here’s the deal.

I understand his frustration. I feel that flash of anger, that desire to just start whaling away on a smart-mouth little punk who doesn’t appreciate anything he/she’s given, which is far more than we ever had. The problem, though, is that to follow through on those impulses means we give in to our inner teenager, to the part of ourselves who wants only to lash out when confronted or when we don’t get our own way.

We’re supposed to be the adults. We’re supposed to be able to reason, to find solutions. We model the behavior we want to see in our kids. We don’t just shoot things until our children do what we want. Again, that’s the childish thing to do. No matter how satisfying it might be in the short term, it is the wrong thing to do.

Tommy Jordan, the dad behind Facebook parenting, is a pretty good shot with that pistol. He does hit what he’s aiming at. The problem is that he’s hitting the wrong target. Just lashing out at his teen dudette and taking away something she loves, well, that’s only retribution. It’s not solution.

The solution that needs to be reached involves his daughter appreciating the gifts her parents give her, both emotional and physical, not to mention commercial. The solution involves giving to the family, not just taking for the individual. And it involves the dudette, and this is the hardest part, buying into the solution, not just enduring it until it’s over and she can get her stuff back and continue doing what she’s always done.

It’s an old joke: How many psychiatrists does it take to change a lightbulb? Only one, but the lightbulb has to want to be changed.

It’s a cliché because it’s true.

Ditch the gun. Find the right target and work with your young dude or dudette to hit a bullseye together. It will take longer and it won’t be as satisfying in the short term, but it will make the long-term results more long lasting and far-ranging.

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I Yam What I Yam

by Richard

I don’t want this place to turn into a rerun of Kids Say The Darndest Things or anything like that, but this one is funny and I felt like I had to pass it along.

My nephew Scooter is a great young dude. He’s grown up nice here, a collegiate soccer player, a young dude aimed at serving his country in some branch of the military, polite. An all-round good dude.

That, of course, is now. When he was younger he — like so many young dudes his age — had something slightly less than an actual clue. A clue-lett perhaps. Something along those lines.

Even as a very young dude, Scooter was obsessed with physical fitness. He decided he would go to any lengths to get strong so he could kick patootie on whatever sporting field he happened to grace on any particular day.

To that end. . .

Once, while out with his family at a restaurant, Scooter ordered a plate of mussels. His parents weren’t too sure he’d enjoy them, but Scooter decided to have them no matter what. He powered through the mussels and then couldn’t wait to get home. His mom said Scooter spent an hour or so in front of the mirror that night, continually flexing his arms or bending around to look at his back.

See, he was convinced all those mussels he’d eaten would show up — quickly — as muscles.

Never one to bow to reality, Scooter had left within him one more great misunderstanding. He was shopping with his mom when he threw a can of spinach into the shopping cart. When they got home, Scooter said he wanted to eat the spinach right away.

“Do you want me to heat up the spinach,” his mom asked?

“Nope,” Scooter said. “I’ll just eat it out of the can.”

And he did. Despite turning green and clutching at his stomach for the last quarter of the can full o’ spinach, Scooter made it through. He spent the next little while running around the yard like a madman, stopping, checking his watch and then taking off running again.

After a while, he came back inside, dejected. Why was he so sad, his mom wanted to know. Scooter held up the empty spinach can with the picture of Popeye on it, showed it to his mom and said, “It didn’t work like it did on tv.”

Now that, dudes, is some funny stuff.

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