MarS,
I had never seen a soccer game, until the first one my daughter played in, at age 5. Other than her games, I think I have only seen parts of a handful of games. But I do try to help the coach, and offer to set up the net, or be a line judge. Even an inept volunteer is valuable.
Classroom teachers are the same. I felt a bit out of place the first few times I walked in to help, but after a bit, it got to the point that if I was going in on a day with a substitute, the lesson plan had me teaching the class, and the Sub helping. (Those were the days that the Kindergartners all learned that Dams on the Lower Snake River should be breached, cattle should NEVER be on Public Lands, and only people with Fat-Asses ride ATVs.
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For Civics lessons, they learned how to write letters to the Legislature calling for adequate funding to meet state and federal mandates. (They all used crayons....
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But, I can tell you (which kind of brings this all back to the original point of the thread), the big yellow bus that drops kids off at school each morning sure brings a hell of a challenge. From kids that didn't eat because there is no food at home, to kids with severe developmental limits, to kids that don't speak English ("American" for you Dubya supporters
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And when you see what the teacher has to deal with that is NOT teaching, I think they are worth every penny of their $25k per year, if not more.
If you are going to claim acquaintenance with someone, you could at least brag about their most relevant accomplishments.... To call Archie Griffin (two time Heisman Trophy Winner from Ohio State) a "Bengal" shows that you probably don't even know him, or at best, drove past him at the stop sign. His greatest days on a football field were at OSU, not Cincinatti. Kinda like how your glory days peaked at Pop Warner....
Words show absolutely nothing my friend; especially when they spew so fluently through one's teeth without ever stopping to rest upon one's brain tissue for examination. How old are you? My guess would be 17. My experience tells me that good social skills are usually developed by 18 and mastered by 19. For the information of you other readers (cause I could not care less whether Elkgunner believes me or not): Griffin dated my secretary. Schleuter was a young Airman in my civil Engineering squadron in Ohio. Galbreath is a family friend and on occasion calls me "Uncle Phil". He is a really decent kid, well not a kid any more but .... Mat, well his uncle and I became good friends at Fort Campbell. One day I'll tell you about the time I had Dave Waddel, Olympic Runner and gold medalist, run his mile and a half for his Air Force annual PT qualification. That was the year after I dumped the PT records for USAF Headquarters Command in the Potomac River by accident! 
Oh and my daughters went to school with "The Lynn twins" (and Harry Galbreath), and Johnny Cash bought my ex-wife a coke. (All true; irrelevant to this topic but true and said tongue in cheek to give the Elkgunner something to whine about.) 
