I remember watching a buddy of mine ride the bench for three straight years on the JV baseball team. He never got a single at-bat, but he showed up every day, lost his lunch hour, and came home exhausted and frustrated. He wasn't learning grit. He was learning that his time didn't matter.
That's the core problem. High school sports are sold as this great equalizer, but for most kids they're just a time sink and a source of anxiety. Only a tiny fraction get real athletic benefits, and the rest are either cut, benched, or turned into practice fodder. Meanwhile, academics, sleep, and normal teenage life take a backseat.
Yes, sports can teach teamwork and discipline. I'm not blind to that. But those lessons are just as available in band, robotics, or a part-time job—without the concussions, the cliques, or the pressure to build your whole identity around a game. For every kid who thrives, there are a dozen who get hurt, left out, or burned out. That's a bad trade.
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