Friday, January 29, 2016

More Cowbell

The following appears in the February edition of Chicago Parent, copies are almost completely gone at my local hockey rink, so be sure to find one today!

Despite being forbidden by my husband (and several school by-laws) from toting a cowbell to our
sons’ assorted competitive events, I definitely have a little bit of Christopher Walken lurking just beneath the surface.

 “I got a fever, and the only prescription is cowbell.”

In the ultra-competitive world of youth sports, the use of cowbell remains controversial. I understand that sounding off after a fifth unanswered goal may be overkill, but the urge to rattle that thin sheet of metal is strong, like the Force. Why even have a cowbell if you can’t ring it? Yoda would totally have my back.

Joe believes that unless you are a dairy farmer, no sane person should be issued a cowbell. The Force is not as strong within that one.

A local father I know was escorted out of a tiny gym after his treasured cowbell irked the wrong referee. Sure, he might have been a little trigger-happy (double dribble call against the other team = COWBELL!), but the lifetime ban from attending Catholic League Basketball still seems a bit excessive.

I begged Joe to let me bring a cowbell to a chess tournament once. I thought it would be super funny – a first time for everything! He said he would turn me into the National Chess Federation himself.

Suffering from cowbell-envy, I have instead taken to yelling the words:

COWBELL COWBELL COWBELL!

After that, you can usually hear me screaming:

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?

or

AGAIN!

or

YOU’RE KILLING ME, SMALLS!

Joe stopped sitting next to me in the bleachers years ago. He also says I watch too many movies.

I see a certain symbolism in the cowbell that I think others miss. Originally intended as a way to locate lost cows, sport spectators never waffle on whose parent brought the cowbell. Come game day, kids are often nervous and anxious. They worry they might let their team down. They think their parents will be disappointed in them. Cowbell is a strong statement of support from a parent who will never waver in their devotion. The message is clear:

Home is nearby. And it loves you.

There aren’t many people willing to sacrifice their carefully crafted image and personal poise for another. Cowbell bearers face open disdain, mocking, and ostracization. I personally have never done the wave at a professional sporting event. I won’t paint my face for the Chicago Bears. I do have standards.

But for 6th grade basketball?

Dude. I’m making signs and crafting Danny-specific chants.

Cowbell is unconditional love. It is proud, undeniable, and obnoxious. Most importantly, it is felt deeply and without question, even when the object of that love pretends he has no idea who you are as he sprints to the locker room.

Still, I believe the world needs more cowbell.

10 comments:

  1. Good post Mar. Have not been to Culver's recently to pick up a copy of Chicago Parent, but will ask Bridget and Alanna to pick them up for me, I am missing too much.

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    1. Thank you! And be sure to grab next month's...the story (not my writing) made me cry. Like ugly cry.

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  2. MORE COWBELL! I have at least three and I've even experience cowbell injuries lol

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    1. Sneak one my way, eh? Don't let Joe see. ;)

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  3. Love this, and I'm sure Christopher Walken would, too :)

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    1. Love Christopher Walken and his uncomfortable hunk of metal!

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  4. Mooooooo! I think I would feel more successful each day if my family rang a cowbell in lieu of me ringing a dinner bell. We could all use some more cowbell indeed!

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  5. See, I would be in the stands at a hockey game chanting, "BE THE BALL DANNY". I don't fit in at hockey. A White Sox game however? Like a glove.

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    1. It took me a year to stop screaming "PASS IT UP TO HALF-ICE!" Apparently, there is no half-ice in hockey.

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