Are You a Good Sport?
"Good Sports" can cheer for someone other than themselves
Another look at "Good Sports"
I hear members of well-meaning organizations such as Save The Whale, P.E.T.A. and others screaming to "high heaven," about a creature, the "Yellow Breasted Half-Bat, Half-Catfish," nearing extinction. And that, if this creature existed, would be terrible news for us humans sharing the world with this and other innocent creatures.
And thankfully, many good-hearted, sensitive people give huge sums of money, sacrifice their time and form a protest rally in Washington, D.C. to get the Federal Government's attention to force them to pass powerful legislation, loaded with buckshot, to protect the, uhhh, "Yellow Breasted Half-Bat, Half-Catfish" from poachers who sell this rare creature's hide for big bucks.
Yeah. Oh how right that is. Can you see some "Joe," lumbering into a trading post in Juneau, Alaska with the hide from this creature, and trying to sell it to the proprietor?
PROPRIETOR: Help ye, son?
"JOE": Yep. Got me a rare hide "frum" a, uhh, well, let me get out my notes. Yeah, from a "Yeller Broasted, Half-Batty, Half-Catfish," and I want to sell it to ya.
PROPRIETOR: Son, I am in no mood for jokes. I am having a really bad day.
"JOE": Naw, sir. Ain't no joke. Trapped, errr, caught this critter down yonder a ways in Looziana in them thar swamps. They say this critter is rare and his hide's worth more than a Ford 250 Super Duty. What will ye' gimme fer it?
PROPRIETOR: Son, this looks like a tube of salami wrapped with cellophane and surgical gloves glued on for fins. No sale. Oh, is this on America's Funniest Home Video's?
And that is how tough "Joe," would have it selling this rare creature's hide.
But did you know, and now I am serious, that there "is" a rare breed of men and women in our country who for many years have been totally-unrecognized, unsung and in my opinion, unappreciated.
They are members of an elite group called "Good Sports." You heard me. "Good Sports." And sorry, guys, I am not talking about Classic Super Bowl Playbacks on the NFL Network or ancient film footage of G.L.O.W. (Gorgeous Women of Wrestling) remember those?
Good sports are most-everywhere. At work, church, neighborhood and in many all-night supermarkets. They are average people, but endowed with huge hearts. Plus a spirit that cannot be dampened by any amount of ridicule, fun-making or being laughed at and not with. Did I say that good sports were a "rare" breed of people? I meant to say "unique."
I've had the honor and privilege of being associated with several good sports over the course of my life. Both on and off the work site. In places that I didn't think a good sport would be, or survive. But they did. With a smile and an enduring spirit that always made me envious. And ashamed that "I" wasn't more like these good sports.
And what hub of mine would be complete without a list? It wouldn't, so here is My "List of Ways to Describe a True Good Sport"?
A good sport can take the most-cruel joke and continue to smile.
A good sport can take anything degrading, both verbal or physical with the toughness of a United States Marine and never quit.
A good sport can take nothing, and working by themselves, can turn the "nothing" into a fantastic "something" for someone else. Not themselves.
A good sport never does a solitary thing for personal glory.
A good sport never advertises his good deeds to those around him or herself. Their main contentment is knowing that they have been a small part in helping a worthy cause. Or deserving individual.
I wouldn't be fair if I didn't present the opposite side of my "good sport" coin. So here is "My List of Ways to Describe a True Bad Sport"
A bad sport pouts if he or she isn't chosen to be office manager.
A bad sport complains to the boss if his or her pencils are not in-line on their desk.
A bad sport "snitches" on anyone in the workplace for being five minutes late.
A bad sport defined is "Dwight Shrute," (Rainn Wilson) on The Office sitcom.
A bad sport mutters and mumbles behind the backs of true good sports.
A bad sport tries his or her best to "best" everyone in the office or even in church.
In my life, and I have to be totally-honest, I have at times, been the bad sport when it came to losing some obscure childhood game. Fact is, "I" despise myself when I lose. But in my older years, I have found out that not all losing is a bad thing. If I "lose" my place in line at the grocery store to allow an elderly person behind me to go first, then I am proud to be laughed at, but still be considered a good sport.
And take it from someone with experience, I had rather live and die as a good sport who tried to do good than a "natural bad sport," who just sat by and didn't turn his hand to do anything for anyone. Or anything.
So with that, I say, "A proud, personal salute to one and all good sports everywhere."
I know a lot of "good sports," on HubPages. Most of them are on My Follower's List. No joke.