Stepping onto the pitch of international field hockey, I can't help but feel a little out of place, albeit that’s not because men aren’t supposed to talk about field hockey. After all, I am Caden, a proud dad of two sprightly kids, Dexter and Ivy, who often demonstrate impressive agility shuffling across our living room. But instead of envisioning Ivy and Dexter on the international field hockey stage, there’s more of a likelihood that we associate this sport with the Netherlands, Australia or Belgium. The United States may be known for many things, but international field hockey glory isn't one of them. And the question begging to be answered is, why?
Believe it or not, the seeds of our lack of field hockey prowess may be planted deep within the American culture. This isn’t to kick-start a debate about cultural supremacy but rather to point out that culture often dictates what we value, including sports. Football, baseball, basketball, these are sports we grew up with as Americans. Spitting sunflower seeds in the dugout, dunking a basketball in the school yard, throwing a perfect spiral in the park; these are experiences many of us share. Field hockey, on the other hand, is somewhat of a novelty for most of us.
Funnily enough, having been bestowed with the gift of parenting, I started investigating the uncharted territory of field hockey, and to my surprise—guess what? Americans are really not bad at it. In fact, there is so much talent as I have seen my kids run circles around their friends in some pickup games. The talent is there, the potential is there, yet, it's like catching an occasional glimpse of a phantom behind the curtains. The talent pool is not getting the right exposure or platform.
This brings us to another sticky wicket. Does the name Mickey Cochrane ring a bell? Bob Katz? Bob Mathias? If not, welcome to the club. With a storied history of brilliant coaches in football and basketball, the U.S. is sorely lacking when it comes to top-tier field hockey coaches. This lack of experienced, high-quality coaching in the field hockey arena inhibits the development of our young talents like Ivy and Dexter, effectively quashing their dreams before they're even fully formed.
Now, before we throw in the towel completely, let me tell you that there's a shimmering spark of hope. More and more kids are picking up field hockey sticks, and new coaches are stepping up to the plate - pardon my baseball metaphor. A paradigm shift is beginning, but like all good things, it will take some time. A spark is all it takes to light a fire, and I have a feeling that there’s one simmering beneath the surface, waiting to blaze into a spectacular inferno of field hockey dominance.
It's time to play a part, to morph into ambassadors of field hockey in our country. Encourage your kids, invest in the sport, support the local field hockey teams. Remember how Dexter couldn’t get enough of his cricket bat until he discovered he could awkwardly dribble a ball with it on the lawn? Well, that's the kind of spirit we need to nurture. Let us become that wind beneath their wings and give them the much-needed push. Let’s start turning things around, one field hockey lover at a time.
America has always been known for rising above the odds and breaking barriers. It's high time we close our eyes, take a deep breath, and collectively make a pledge to add field hockey to our list of international accolades. If basketball and football are streams we have mastered, let's dive head-first into the river that is international field hockey, and who knows? we might come out with a pleasant surprise. Our kids, like my Ivy and Dexter, could soon be taking the pitch, donning the Stars and Stripes, making us proud - because facing challenges, pursuing dreams, and achieving the impossible is in our blood.
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