The latest kerfuffle in the whole California high school athletics drama took place, not over a boy pretending to be a girl and walking away with an undeserved medal. It actually was a biological female who won a girls' track race in the selfsame state competition.
She decided that celebrating by hugging her coach and congratulating her competitors, what people with a shred of sportsmanship would do, well, that wasn't good enough. It wasn't self-congratulatory enough. It didn't portray the "I am wonderful, look at me, me, me!" message enough.
No, that girl, right after winning, decided to grab a nearby fire extinguisher (which she may have pre-positioned for the event, but I do not know). She sprayed her feet with the fire extinguisher in celebration of her wonderfulness, to tell the crowd how "hot" her feet were.
The California geniuses who run interscholastic sports there then compounded the idiocy by denying her from receiving her medal for winning the race. They wouldn't dare come down hard on boys pretending to be girls and walking away with undeserved medals, but they pull the medal from a girl for an overzealous, self-indulgent, unsportsmanlike act after the race was over.
Of course, lots of people are screaming about the action being racist (the girl was black), or noting, as I just did, the weird hypocrisy of the California athletic overlords in letting boys win medals in girls' sports.
You see, that's the problem.
We should be talking, not about the punishment she received in being denied an earned medal, but about the poor sportsmanship she showed in showing up her competitors whom she had just defeated.
Here's the difference: I don't really want (or need) her to be punished. I simply want her never to do anything so rude again, and I certainly don't want anyone else imitating what she did.
The consequences should be between her and her coach, school, and parents, more than between her and the California interscholastic sports federation. But let's not talk punishment; let's talk about teaching sportsmanship to athletes who so badly need it.
For many years, my Best Girl and I have played a Tuesday night card game with a neighbor couple who are close friends. The game is for teams, and we cycle through the various pairings -- couples teamed up, then the next week guys vs. gals, then cross-spousal teams.
I would say that the games are very competitive, even with no stakes involved other than bragging rights. Losing is not fun, and although the cards may cause irritation, it is never against the opponent but just an expression of frustration. It would never occur to us to allow our competitiveness to be focused on the opponent. It's a game of cards, and if you draw a four of clubs instead of a five of clubs, well, that's the luck of the draw.
More importantly, it would be abysmal sportsmanship either to gloat over winning or to step on the losing team. We simply do not do that. Making a losing opponent feel bad isn't in our repertoire of acceptable behaviors.
Spraying one's feet with a fire extinguisher may push that line a bit. If it turns out that she had staged the fire extinguisher herself prior to the race, though, it crosses the line into abysmal sportsmanship.
I would rather she fix her need to express her belief about how wonderful she is.
I'd like for her to take up golf.
Right now, the world of professional golf is dominated by Scottie Scheffler, the young Texan who is not only #1 in the world rankings for many months now, but who has established the biggest computed gap between #1 and #2 in over 20 years, since a fellow named Tiger was markedly the best.
If the young lady runner were to take the game of golf up with the same diligence with which she turned herself into a winning runner, she would surely learn a few things.
She would observe Scottie Scheffler as he goes around the course in a tournament, focused on his plan for each hole and managing the course. She would observe his calm demeanor, and the way his temperament is so contained regardless of the score on a given hole.
Also importantly, she would observe how he wins. The last putt drops on the 18th hole of the last day, and Scheffler smiles, embraces his caddie, and then shakes the hand of (and often bro-hugs) his opponent playing partner and shakes hand with the other player's caddie. The handshakes and embraces include kind words for the opponent's play and best wishes for him. He then walks off the green with waves to the crowd, is embraced by his wife, and carries his infant son over to the brief TV interview that follows.
Most of all, the young lady runner would come to realize that all the pros do pretty much the same thing. There is nothing more sportsmanlike than the behavior of professional golfers. As frustrated as the game may get them, their behavior toward opponents is universally respectful and generous. They're all playing against the course, not to celebrate another's defeat. I executed that five-iron shot on #18 and won today, but your day will be tomorrow.
If that wasn't too meandering a tale for you, you'll have seen that what is needed is not punishment, but a lesson in sportsmanship that this young runner -- and many of her generation -- so desperately need.
She needs to learn to compete the way older card playing neighbors do, with regard for the feelings of the other team and players.
She needs to learn to compete properly at a high level, the way professional golfers respect the work put in by their opponents.
She needs to learn that self-aggrandizing moments are for the self-important in our society.
She can do better. Let's teach her.
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