Today I took my son to his first sporting event, a St. John’s game at Madison Square Garden (I’m an alum), and he loved it. It wasn’t apparent in his first few years but now that he has turned five years old his passion for sports is really revealing itself. He is as passionate and knowledgeable about all things sports as I was as a kid and still am now as a bigger kid. Sam’s favorite team is the Jets, he knows the players, their positions and how good they are (or aren’t). It makes me think about how sports bring families together and how much joy I got watching the games with my father growing up.
My memories start from where I attended the last game the Jets ever played at Shea Stadium. It was the end of the 1983 season and the Jets lost to Terry Bradshaw and the Steelers that day but I was hooked. That passion and love for the team hasn’t diminished in the 31 years since. No matter if it was the good days of Ken O’Brien, Al Toon, Wesley Walker and Freeman McNeil in the mid-80’s or the down times in the early to mid nineties with Coslet and Kotite, every week my dad and I would watch the game. It was our time, and still is to this day.
Now this year my son will be able to join us in our Sunday ritual. He is old enough to sit through games and interested enough to be emotionally invested. I can only imagine the wonder he will feel when he walks into Met Life Stadium for his first game. It strengthens my bond with the Jets to watch my son enjoy it as much as I do. It also strengthens our bond as father and son. We will have great memories together that will last a lifetime.
Football, and sports in general, has helped formed the bonds in my family from generation to generation. It gives us something to do, somewhere to go and something to talk about on Fall and Winter Sundays. One day, hopefully soon, we will all celebrate a Jet Super Bowl victory together and that will be a shared moment for the ages. As Bart Scott would say, “Can’t wait”.
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