The inescapable news of the weekend was the melee at the end of the Pistons-Pacers game at Auburn Hills, Michigan on Friday night. For those of you who were just rescued from a desert island, with under a minute to go in the game, Ron Artest of the Pacers committed a hard foul on Ben Wallace of the Pistons. Wallace took exception and shoved Artest and both benches decided it was time to vent some frustration.
As the referees attempted to calm things down, the fans decided to get in the act and one of them hit Artest with a full cup of some liquid refreshment. Artest proceeded to unleash his rage in the stands and several players followed suit and the fans proceeded to give as much as they got. The arena security detail was ill prepared for such happenings and at least one chair was thrown and an elderly person had to receive medical attention.
The most enduring image of the night, though, was the sight of two young children clutching each other for dear life with tears in their eyes. I don’t know if these were children of spectators, children of players or what role the adults with them had played in this scene. It really doesn’t matter. I couldn’t get past their faces.
It took me back roughly ten years ago when outspoken NBA star, Charles Barkley, made the infamous statement, “I’m not a role model.” I recall that statement being debated and discussed without a definitive answer given. I don’t think we can avoid the obvious answer anymore. We are ALL role models.
Someone is watching us as we live day to day. Someone looks up to us. Professional and college athletes exist because people watch them. Sure, somewhere in our history, competition existed for the sake of competition; but now, competition exists for the show and the money such a show generates. Every kid in the backyard throwing a football envisions himself as Peyton Manning or Bret Favre. Every kid working on a jump shot or a lay up sees himself as Michael Jordan or Kobe Bryant. Unfortunately, when one of these folks screws up in their personal life, these same kids see that as well.
We might not be on television, but our kids are watching us as well. If we berate an official or coach at a Little League game, our kids see it. If we cut someone off on the Interstate and then give them the finger, our kids see it. If we treat a spouse with disrespect, our kids see it.
Those kids went to Auburn Hills, Friday night, to see their heroes on the court and to spend time with their everyday heroes as well. What they saw was not heroic. It was not inspiring. However,it was instructive. This is how adults behave. Is that what we want kids to see? We are all role models. We can never allow ourselves to forget that.