“Dad, it seems like guys flop so much more than girls.”
I was watching the World Cup with my 13 yr. old, Aly, yesterday. I absolutely love laying on the bed and snuggling with her while watching professional soccer. Our commentary alone on the play-by-play is worth its weight in gold.
Her astute observation about the difference between men’s soccer and women’s soccer struck a nerve and stuck with me.
“It doesn’t make sense to me. If guys are so much stronger, why do they act like babies, why are they so over-dramatic?”
I’m not gonna’ lie. I wanted to defend my bros. I felt like she was talking about something that goes way beyond and below the surface of soccer.
True story…my first thought was the time I heard my daughters say at the dinner table: “Dad is so much more dramatic when he gets sick than when mom does.” No kidding. The association came to my mind instantaneously.
In fact, the last time I got sick and puked (two weeks ago) I didn’t even tell anyone about it because of this conversation until my wife caught me in between the bathroom and the bedroom.
I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to milk pity. I don’t want to overdramatize pain. I don’t want to get a call because I fake an injury. It’s not good soccer. It’s not good manhood.
“Don’t marry someone like that, ya’ hear me? Don’t marry a man that acts hurt to get attention. That’s not a man. You don’t want to hook your cart to someone like that.”
It made me think about my own life a lot. Where do I flop? Where is God calling me to man-up? I don’t want to be a flopper.