By Bob Hiller

This past week, we entered a new phase of 21st century family life in the Hiller household: organized youth sports. My middle boy joined the local under-8 rugby squad. I know there are all kinds of problems with youth organized sports. I have to tell you, taking my son to rugby was pure joy. I loved watching him run around while getting barked at by the coach. I loved the look of satisfaction on his face when he figured out how to succeed at his drills. I loved how much fun he had with his friends. I loved him asking when he could do it again. “Thursday night, buddy.” “Yes!” he beamed. At least for now, youth rugby is fun.