I am and will be a Knicks fan, a Giants fan and a Yankees fan until my death – 27 rings, brother! (Heavy Staten Island accent.) I grew up in a household where our lives and schedules played a role, and sometimes turned around to watch these teams.
And when my kids were little, it was like that – every Sunday, Daddy sat on the couch with the family and ate $ 5 pizza.
But then my children grew up and started doing sports. At that time I knew that I had to set some basic rules – for myself.
Rule No. 1: You choose what to play.
As a Dominican, I am required by the constitution to get all my children to play baseball . So far, however, it looks like this is unlikely to happen.
My eldest son is nine years old. He likes to read. He plays soccer and everything else other kids play, but like me he loves to watch sports more than he loves to play them.
My middle son, seven, and my youngest son, five, are different. They see how I am animated to do sports and they want to do sports. Then I'm overwhelmed by their excitement.
If you want to practice dribbling, I set up cones and do the first demo. If we need to buy a ball made specifically for my five-year-old, I order it with two-day shipping. My daughter is not old enough to do sports, but when she is ready, when she is ready, I am too.
I tell my kids that I am cool with everything they want to be in life and I will support everything you do except if you want to be a YouTuber.
Rule # 2: I don't scream (loudly)
I mean I scream all the time. On Twitter . On the television. But as the famous poet Meek Mill once said: "This shit has levels." However, I feel this pressure. So instead, like the Dominicans, I try to speak with my hands.
For example, instead of shouting: “YO !!! CALL FOR THE FUCKING PICK THAT THE CHILD HAS FOUR LAYUPS IN A ROW !!! PICK HIS BIG GOOFY ASS !!! THIS IS A SIMPLE BUCKET !!!!! YOU CAN'T PROTECT YOU, FAM !!!!! “I move all of these things with my hands.
Because the only thing worse than my child being cooked with a fauxhawk by a child while his arrogant father sits next to me and shouts: "YES !! Give it IM, BLAKE !! "I'm getting into a fight with this father.
Rule 3: I maintain morale.
Children don't understand" moral "victories or cover spreads, and losing is very demoralizing. Sometimes it is entertaining to exercise drifting and looking, and sometimes someone gets violently pushed / plunged / haunted.
Parents talk all the time about how important winning is. What they don’t talk about is how important is losing. If you lose, you may want to stop, but every loss has an instructive moment.
And if I don't find one, thank God for YouTube's inspiring treasure trove of INCREDIBLE NY SPORTS MOMENTS or the video I got from Mero III A Runner on the Trail about an 1
Rule # 4: You can stop
If my kids want to stop playing a sport they chose and I don't I embarrassed them with my crazy hand gestures and the best clips don't cut them, they can stop.
It is up to me to let go too – because I love her.
I'm not saying this because it's "the right thing". I also love my wife very much. The same applies to my mother; my father; my brother Tito; and my sister Ingrid.
But there is a big difference between my children and the rest of my family: I will most likely never be in a gym, stand on bleachers, and wave madly so that my mother will be back on the defensive after an inverted layup. As a father, I have a responsibility to put the fanaticism that I have for my children above the fanaticism that I have for sports.
I would also never do this to my mother because my mother is a playmaker with a high motor.