No participation trophies for Hames Jarrison’s kids
By now you may have heard some talk about the Instagram that Hames Jarrison made about his son’s participation trophies. If you haven’t seen it, I’ll post it at the bottom of this post.
Apparently, Hames isn’t really about that participation trophy life. In a way, I feel him. I got tons of participation trophies and ribbons growing up. They were all junk to me. The trophies I really cared about were the ones I actually earned. Those were the ones that stayed on display at my parents’ house
until I moved away, then them joints were put in a box and stuffed into the deepest, darkest crevice of the attic, where they’d never be seen again except by spiders and whatever else lives in attics. The ones I actually earned had a story behind them. Like the group of trophies I won at my karate tournaments as a kid for being awesome, or the ribbons I won in elementary school for being awesome at stuff, or the one my third grade teacher gave me on the last day of school for being awesome. Those are the memorable ones. Those are the ones that matter.
I mostly agree with Hames Jarrison. Kids need to earn trophies. But I disagree with taking them away after they’ve already gotten them. The trophies that his sons earned were ridiculously huge to be merely participation awards, and I’d bet his sons found a little pride in them simply due to their size. The idea that prizes should be given from fourth place alllllll the way down to KU football is stupid, but if the kids have already been given the trophy, let them live, Hames.
Oh, by the way, I know you’ve been reading this saying to yourself, “Why does he keep calling this dude Hames Jarrison?” The answer is simple. Hames, aside from his “I’ll kill a n****” playing style, has portrayed himself in such a way that I am somewhat comically reluctant to provide his real name on the slim chance that he googles this post, finds me, and demotes my once healthy frame into a cadaver. As far as I’m concerned, his name is Hames. And my name is Chris.
I came home to find out that my boys received two trophies for nothing, participation trophies! While I am very proud of my boys for everything they do and will encourage them till the day I die, these trophies will be given back until they EARN a real trophy. I’m sorry I’m not sorry for believing that everything in life should be earned and I’m not about to raise two boys to be men by making them believe that they are entitled to something just because they tried their best…cause sometimes your best is not enough, and that should drive you to want to do better…not cry and whine until somebody gives you something to shut u up and keep you happy. #harrisonfamilyvalues
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