You probably know Teri Biebel as Mike Rowe’s secret lover.
But she’s also a blogger, and a dang good one. She’s one of the first I read when one day I decided to have a go at this gig. But she’s not famous for being one of my first blog reads. See, she crushed on a celebrity, campaigned, and then met the son of a butcher. There’s pictures on her blog all buddy-buddy with the star of Dirty Jobs.
It’s not like I’ve dreamed of this with, say, Ingrid, or anything.
Teri’s probably smiling right now reading this.
She tackles a topic with toughness. Her writing is also featured in books, “I Just Want to Pee Alone” and “Life Well Blogged.” She’s on the CD today to talk about a problem and a solution that is a problem: Silent Saturday. See, Teri and I both hate Silent Saturday. I’ve participated in one as a coach; I know now how a nipple feels on a man. Useless.
And here for no apparent reason.
I couldn’t instruct my players. I couldn’t encourage my players.
I get the premise – so parents won’t scream admonishment from the sideline. Or berate their kids. Or other people’s kids, for that matter. At least there’s a field between them and me, the coach. Poor kids get it right in the ear hole.
Give Teri a warm welcome, and be sure to check out her stuff at Snarkfest.
Silent Saturdays: How can I keep my big mouth shut?
A big thank you to Eli for letting me guest post here at Coach Daddy. And since Eli is a soccer coach, I thought it would be appropriate to discuss dealing with coaches on the never-popular Silent Saturday.
For those of you who don’t have kids who play or have played soccer, Silent Saturday is the one day during the youth soccer season where parents are not allowed to cheer or encourage their children, and coaches are not allowed to shout instruction to the players. It’s basically an hour of watching parents and coaches act like excitable mimes.
Let me be clear: I hated Silent Saturdays. My kids hated Silent Saturdays. I defy you to find ANYONE who actually ENJOYS Silent Saturdays. Why? Because kids (MY kids, anyway) enjoy the encouragement when they have the ball and are running down the field with it en route to score a goal. My kids LOVED hearing cheers when the ball went in on the opposing goalie, or when THEY were in goal and they blocked an awesome shot. What kid wouldn’t love the cheering from the sidelines when they scored the winning goal? Or blocked a possible tying or go-ahead shot? Seriously! When my girls were playing soccer, they LOVED the enthusiasm of not only their teammates but the praise from their coach and from the parents watching and cheering them on.
When my oldest played travel ball, we had one game against a team who had parents that were incredibly obnoxious, and I strongly believe that Silent Saturdays were invented BECAUSE of parents like that. Not a play went by without the other parents shouting insults at the refs, at our kids and our coach. When the parents from our team finally spoke up, the refs kicked BOTH sides’ parents off the field. I was working that day, but my husband called me at halftime and told me that they were all on the other side of the hill in the parking lot and NOT ONE PARENT was allowed on the field to watch the game. Just the girls, their coaches and the refs. It’s instances like this that, I suppose, require soccer clubs to put a practice like Silent Saturday in place, to keep the shouting and insults to a minimum. And it is parents like that who give the rest of us a bad name.
If parents knew how to behave like adults and not like preschool children when things don’t go their way, we wouldn’t have to have things like Silent Saturdays, which, in my opinion, takes all the fun out of watching kids play a game that they love. Can you imagine EVERY Saturday being Silent Saturday? Or worse, can you imagine if your child played in ANY sport and you weren’t EVER allowed to shout encouragement, “way to go, baby!” or “that’s okay, you’ll get ‘em next time!”?? I certainly can’t. And I hope I never have to.
Teri Biebel is the mind behind Snarkfest, thoughts from a totally snarkastic mom. She is the married mom of two teens, and she spends most of her time juggling schedules or chauffeuring kids. Described as sarcastic and snarky, her oldest labeled her as snarkastic to describe her. She’s been told she’s funny, and provided that’s not followed by ‘looking’ she’s fine with that. You can find her hanging out on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.