Thanks, football

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My father wasn’t a sports fan when we were growing up. Yeah, he took us to a baseball game, and a couple of football games, but his heart wasn’t in it. He didn’t have a favorite team, and he never joined us on the couch to watch the playoffs or the Super Bowl. The Sunday New York Times sports section was the only section he left untouched. During the 1969 World Series, when every inch of New York was afire with Mets’ fever, I suggested that we try to get the impossible-to-get tickets to Game 5.  “Who’s playing?” he asked.

Being a sports fan requires hanging out, and my father wasn’t a guy who hung out. If he was going to flop in front of a TV, the viewing had to be informative.  PBS. 60 Minutes. A documentary. He didn’t do beer soaked den banter, or locker room small talk. His interactions with us were often formal. We scheduled a lunch. Or a drink on the porch.  A “talk” in his office behind closed doors. He needed topics like politics, art and theatre to get to intimacy.

But during his retirement in Connecticut, he grew to enjoy professional football, a sport I had loved for years.  He bought a pair of loungers where he parked himself every week and rooted loudly for the Patriots, my mother by his side.  

On December 1st, in his hospital room, he and I watched the Patriots barely beat the Texans. And later that week, after he passed away, I realized that this was the first and last time I’d ever just hung out with him. There was no meaningful conversation. No topic dissected. No life plan analyzed. Nothing formal. It was just me and my beloved NFL convert watching the game. Together.

4 thoughts on “Thanks, football

  1. I’m so glad you got to share that Patriot game with your dad Sam. Some things simply happen when they are supposed to happen. What a nice memory for you and a nice story for all of us. Thank you for this, and all of the other wonderful slices of your life that you share. They consistently remind me why I have always loved you…………………Kenny

  2. Rebecca KnightNovember 12, 2012To get the keys off someone who has been dinrknig i would start by asking them straight up for their keys, if they refuse i would list alternative methods home and potential people who would be able to drive them home, if they still dont want to give up their keys i would go back to them after a few min and ask them if i could borrow their car to move it out of the driveway or to borrow it to pick something or someone up. being persistant and consistant helps make them cave in and give them to you.

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