Lazy days of summer

I've fallen back on this blog for some reason. Oh, wait, I know what it is ... I'm lazy.
I don't have much local to talk about. It's the typical summer. The elite high school athletes are busting their humps while the mediocre ones lay up under the air conditioning munching on Cheetos.
The same names will be in the newspaper once school starts and the same parents will be complaining because their kid with Cheetos on his or her fingers can't seem to get any recognition.
I actually find myself getting a little self-conscious. I look in the paper and it's Rickitha Hicks or Courtney Lowe or Stetson Billings or Wendell Thompson or Vincent Pierce. I start to wonder if I'm shining too much of a spotlight on them.
The thing is, they're always doing something. Hicks is at a track meet every weekend. Lowe is competing in a national softball tournament every weekend. Billings is competing in a national basketball tournament every weekend and Thompson has been in about five or six huge football camps.
After a kid has done so much, do I start to ignore them?
Then there's the kid who is doing something but nobody tells me about it. That's a tough one because the mom always waits until she sees a story about another kid. Then, she emails me and complains, "what about my son?" I say, "what about him?"
We don't have summer schedules for every athlete. If I know someone is doing something big, I'll make an effort to get that information. But, if I don't know about it, ain't much for me to do.
I suppose parents think we have some sort of wire in our bodies that spits out electricity whenever a kid in our area does something special.
As much as I love the summer, I won't be too sad to see it end.