My wife, a very intelligent women, is not a big fan of sports. She intends to go out for dinner during the Super Bowl and could care less about watching our hometown Eagles hopefully beat the Patriots to win their first Super Bowl. However, for many others, the Super Bowl or other big sporting events have a powerful meaning.
The Super Bowl has turned into virtually a national holiday. Certainly, around Philly, it is “the” event of the year. Regardless of whether you are a fan of football, baseball, basketball, soccer or hockey, I find the beauty of sports is its uncanny ability to unite the generations.
Some of the fondest memories of my deceased father involved baseball. I will always remember our trip to the Baseball Hall of Fame when we each saw our respective childhood idols, Richie Ashburn and Mike Schmidt, inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame. I will also cherish the memory of the spring training pilgrimage to Clearwater, Florida with our sons.
Football played an important role in my relationship with my grandfather Harry. Harry was an immigrant from Poland who came to America in his late teens in order to escape anti-Semitism. He spoke English with a heavy accent. He learned to become a tailor in America. After retirement, he worked part-time on weekends in the basement of our house. Some of my favorite memories of my grandfather were in the 1970s watching Eagles games with him on Sundays in the basement of our house while he was busy on his sewing machine. As an eight year old, I was attempting to the best of my eight year old ability to explain the rules of American football to him. I am not sure he truly understood the rules, which may have been partly my fault. Regardless, having the opportunity to bond over football was priceless to an eight year old.
So “fly Eagles fly on the road to victory” and enjoy making cherished memories with your family.