I was eight years old and my father had never been more eager to spend a day with me.
“Son today I teach you the game of Football.” I was finally going to learn football my family’s way. “I always start around 9am son; you get your meats going on the grill, your chickens, beefs and pork. Then I prepare the comfort food; dips, chips, pasta.”
He went on to teach me proper living room lighting, and how to use a remote to take in as many games as possible.
“There is only one Sunday you’re ready Son.”
We hugged.