Love is in the air. Valentine’s, prom approaching, and the annual spring teenage twitterpation is all gaining momentum. It’s usually accompanied by drama. I’m not good at dating advice. As a parent and coach, my suggestion would be to ban any interaction between the sexes until they’re in their mid-20s. I suppose that’s unrealistic, but it’s seems like a good idea. Since that probably won’t happen, I shall continue to worry about my kids (biological and sports) dating and fret equally about their relationships.
Someone needs to tell them they could wake up in the bed of a truck with a splitting headache and a broken heart, clinging to an empty Mad Dog 20/20 bottle, wondering why they only have one shoe. It’ll only seem worse when you look over the side of the pickup and realize you’re in the middle of nowhere with a dead battery because Randy Travis sang you and your truck to sleep.
You’ll have a lot of time to reflect walking barefoot down the road. You will distract yourself with strange thoughts like.. Why did Roy Orbison die so young? Why did the Cars quit recording? Which album is truly Def Leppard’s best? While concentrating that hard on forgetting someone, it scares the crap out of you when the sheriff asks, “How’s it going?”
After you climb back out of the ditch, you will stand there together, looking out in the field at your pickup. You know there’s a laundry list of offenses he could write you up for, but you spill your guts and there is a good chance he’ll jump your vehicle and give you directions home….. I guess. That’s all purely speculative, but it’s the best advice I have for today’s teens. If Tyler finds himself in this situation, he’s on his own because he’s officially old enough to know better.
Farmer Dan's Food For Thought 