The 'Dumbest Take' on Youth Sports Just Dropped, And Emerald City Fans Should Be Fuming

Look, you know how we roll here at Seattle On Tap, right? We bleed green and blue, we live for the game. But sometimes, you stumble across something so unbelievably off-base it makes you question everything. I'm talking about the absolute dumbest take you'll find out there: some genius out there actually arguing that youth sports games shouldn't be played in the morning. Seriously? This ain't just a bad take, folks, it’s a full-on affront to everything that makes us love sports in the first place, and the internet, thank goodness, totally agrees.

Why Morning Games Are Pure Magic

Why are these people even talking? The original author absolutely nails it when they dive into the pure nostalgia of those early wake-ups. We're talking about those drives to the game, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the emotions, literally everything about it. You'd feel a little tired when your folks flicked on the light, but that "get dressed, big game today"? Boom! Instant jolt of energy. Suddenly you weren't just a kid, you were ready to score 40 points, run for 5 touchdowns, or smash a ball for the cycle. That's the purest form of fun, man. Sure, high school and college ball bring their own glory, with two varsity sports, even city and Catholic state titles, or four years of D3 ball. But as the requirements pile up, with team lifts and "optional but not really" workouts, camp, film sessions, practices, it changes. Nothing beats being 7 to 13 years old, no care in the world, with your Mom or Dad driving you to the field or court.

The Whole Experience, From Breakfast to Breeze

And let's not forget the rituals, right? That breakfast before you left, or stopping somewhere after to break down the game and celebrate the win. Those meals, before and after, they stick with you forever. The radio was either pumping your favorite tunes or your Dad was still in control, but even the static or commercials are etched in memory for some. A friend recently cherished those sounds on those rides, and you get it, don't you? The actual game atmosphere too? In summer for baseball or hoops, the sun isn't scorching yet, just a beautiful breeze. For fall football, it’s that perfect September mix of summer's last gasp and a refreshing breeze. Then as it got colder, those early morning cold wind jolts, making you think about running in for a bigger jacket or pumping yourself up you could tough it out. It's a magical mix of starting your day running around, competing, doing what you loved, with the whole day still wide open. Years later, the scores get fuzzy, the plays you made become blurry, but drive past a field full of kids now, whether it's Nike League at Clove Lakes, an 8 AM doubleheader at Mid Island, or an early kickoff at Miller Field for Staten Island Pee Wee, and it all comes back: the pop of the bat in your 8 year old hands stretching a double, dribbling over a crack in the concrete on the way to a layup, or catching a pass out in the flats and turning up field. The smiles, the fun, the positive start to your day. That's the essence of sports, the stuff that sticks with you, and as you get older, you quickly realize the sacrifices your parents made for those moments. So yeah, some idiot saying games shouldn't start early because they're "selfish" or whatever other "stupid reason" is just plain dumb. And honestly, I feel worse for their kids, if they have them, or anyone agreeing with this idiotic take. They're missing out on sports in its purest form, at the best time of day, with the people who love them most making it happen. The internet backed the original author on this one, and so do we. Now go out there and remember: PLAY BALL!

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