When I was a young adolescent, people said “It’s just a game” when I felt that I didn’t play well, or my team lost, or someone didn’t play by the rules. It was disheartening to hear that from a well-intentioned adult who was attempting to help me not take it so seriously. To me, it was not just a game—it was life.
My son Henry is in kindergarten at the school where I teach. When I picked him up on a recent Tuesday, I asked him what he did that was really fun that day.
“We played Silent Ball,” he answered.
Silent Ball! Wow!