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Should field day be competitive?  

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  1. 1. Build competitive spirit? , or squash desire the to perform, which?

    • Ribbons for the top 3 places, the way it always was.
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    • No, everyone should get a rainbow ribbon
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    • No , children of this age can be damaged by failing.
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    • Yes, children can grow self esteem and and a desire to succeed at this age.
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My kids field day was LAME !

These kids aren't even allowed to compete, let alone encouraged. The events don't even have winners. :wacko: Thank god my son has me to push him, what about the kids who don't have anyone ?

I am so disgusted with the school system, Just disgraceful, what a nation of wusses we are becoming. God forbid little Johnny doesn't get a ribbon ; After all life will be totally fair and won't include any disappointments.

 

What do tailgaters , and especially our resident and esteemed educators think about this subject?

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I think the ones that try to push the everyone gets a ribbon crap are the ones that never came in first, second or third.

 

Reality is that there are winners and losers...its something that kids will have to learn to deal with at some point in their life.

Why not teach them how to win graciously at a young age and how to feel proud for giving it their all, win, lose or draw :wacko:

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why should that matter? oh, and it says ELEMENTARY SCHOOL so what is that 5-11 year olds

 

 

you nasty :wacko:

 

because i think 5 year olds are way different and should be treated differently than 10- 11 years old ...just like tee ball is very different than Majors in little league ..very different

 

so there :D

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I still hold pride in the first place medals I got during Field Days in elementary school. They were not pity medals. I outjumped, and outran the losers.

 

+1. I am still to this day undefeated in the three-legged race. you could put me with midget or a mongoloid, didn't matter, everyone else gets pwn3d.

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because i think 5 year olds are way different and should be treated differently than 10- 11 years old ...just like tee ball is very different than Majors in little league ..very different

 

Rainbow ribbon for you Mr. speedo. :wacko: My boy is 9, but this crap bothered me even when he was in kindergarten , I think you are selling the 5 y.o.s short.

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Thank god my son has me to push him

 

My Dad used to push me when I'd come home from kindergarten. He'd teach me to bareknuckle fight since we couldn't afford boxing gloves. He'd punch me and push me and knock me down and call me worthless and weak to toughen me up. I'd try to fight back but I could only reach high enough to hit him in the kneecap. Once, he was really drunk and tripped over the ottoman (well, it just a brick because we couldn't afford an ottoman) and I thought I'd won. However, before I could see through the tears where his face was to hit him, he woke up and said "Too slow, Joe." I told him my name wasn't Joe and he said I'd be a better kid if I were named Joe. Afterwards he would always wipe the blood off which showed he loved me.

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My Dad used to push me when I'd come home from kindergarten. He'd teach me to bareknuckle fight since we couldn't afford boxing gloves. He'd punch me and push me and knock me down and call me worthless and weak to toughen me up. I'd try to fight back but I could only reach high enough to hit him in the kneecap. Once, he was really drunk and tripped over the ottoman (well, it just a brick because we couldn't afford an ottoman) and I thought I'd won. However, before I could see through the tears where his face was to hit him, he woke up and said "Too slow, Joe." I told him my name wasn't Joe and he said I'd be a better kid if I were named Joe. Afterwards he would always wipe the blood off which showed he loved me.

 

 

Yeah, but did you get a ribbon? Dude, where's the ribbon?

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My Dad used to push me when I'd come home from kindergarten. He'd teach me to bareknuckle fight since we couldn't afford boxing gloves. He'd punch me and push me and knock me down and call me worthless and weak to toughen me up. I'd try to fight back but I could only reach high enough to hit him in the kneecap. Once, he was really drunk and tripped over the ottoman (well, it just a brick because we couldn't afford an ottoman) and I thought I'd won. However, before I could see through the tears where his face was to hit him, he woke up and said "Too slow, Joe." I told him my name wasn't Joe and he said I'd be a better kid if I were named Joe. Afterwards he would always wipe the blood off which showed he loved me.

That right there brought a tear to my eye. <sniff>

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My Dad used to push me when I'd come home from kindergarten. He'd teach me to bareknuckle fight since we couldn't afford boxing gloves. He'd punch me and push me and knock me down and call me worthless and weak to toughen me up. I'd try to fight back but I could only reach high enough to hit him in the kneecap. Once, he was really drunk and tripped over the ottoman (well, it just a brick because we couldn't afford an ottoman) and I thought I'd won. However, before I could see through the tears where his face was to hit him, he woke up and said "Too slow, Joe." I told him my name wasn't Joe and he said I'd be a better kid if I were named Joe. Afterwards he would always wipe the blood off which showed he loved me.

 

 

Your dad did a great job. We're raising Marines...not children. My son knows that if he ever comes in second place...we'll put him up for adoption. I won't tolerate a loser...especially in kickball or the 3-legged race.

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We got red, blue, white ribbons for first 3 places, but all kids got a purple participant ribbon which never bothered me.

 

I coach T-ball and we send kids back to the bench if they get thrown or tagged out. These kids run like they're being chased to make sure they get to run all the bases.

 

'course, we're tougher in Ohio.

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We got red, blue, white ribbons for first 3 places, but all kids got a purple participant ribbon which never bothered me.

 

I coach T-ball and we send kids back to the bench if they get thrown or tagged out. These kids run like they're being chased to make sure they get to run all the bases.

 

'course, we're tougher in Ohio.

 

Q: What is a buckeye?

 

A: A worthless nut.

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My Dad used to push me when I'd come home from kindergarten. He'd teach me to bareknuckle fight since we couldn't afford boxing gloves. He'd punch me and push me and knock me down and call me worthless and weak to toughen me up. I'd try to fight back but I could only reach high enough to hit him in the kneecap. Once, he was really drunk and tripped over the ottoman (well, it just a brick because we couldn't afford an ottoman) and I thought I'd won. However, before I could see through the tears where his face was to hit him, he woke up and said "Too slow, Joe." I told him my name wasn't Joe and he said I'd be a better kid if I were named Joe. Afterwards he would always wipe the blood off which showed he loved me.

 

life's full of tough breaks joe.

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My Dad used to push me when I'd come home from kindergarten. He'd teach me to bareknuckle fight since we couldn't afford boxing gloves. He'd punch me and push me and knock me down and call me worthless and weak to toughen me up. I'd try to fight back but I could only reach high enough to hit him in the kneecap. Once, he was really drunk and tripped over the ottoman (well, it just a brick because we couldn't afford an ottoman) and I thought I'd won. However, before I could see through the tears where his face was to hit him, he woke up and said "Too slow, Joe." I told him my name wasn't Joe and he said I'd be a better kid if I were named Joe. Afterwards he would always wipe the blood off which showed he loved me.

 

Smoke up Johnny!

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My Dad used to push me when I'd come home from kindergarten. He'd teach me to bareknuckle fight since we couldn't afford boxing gloves. He'd punch me and push me and knock me down and call me worthless and weak to toughen me up. I'd try to fight back but I could only reach high enough to hit him in the kneecap. Once, he was really drunk and tripped over the ottoman (well, it just a brick because we couldn't afford an ottoman) and I thought I'd won. However, before I could see through the tears where his face was to hit him, he woke up and said "Too slow, Joe." I told him my name wasn't Joe and he said I'd be a better kid if I were named Joe. Afterwards he would always wipe the blood off which showed he loved me.

 

Your an ass. :wacko:

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