So, it’s almost kickoff time for the Saints and Cardinals. There isn’t a single game this week that excites me. But, what makes today a little better is I get to watch it with my son. I wasn’t able to watch the playoffs with him last year because of the BS custody battle. This football season I’ve been able to make up for it. Starting a six-hour road trip to return him back to his mother was always more enjoyable after a Texans win.
It’s moments like these I think some fathers don’t tend to realize. Hell, I don’t even tend to realize sometimes how great they are. It doesn’t have to revolve around football. Just anything that father and son find in common. I probably wont’ remember much from today just like I don’t remember much from any other game we’ve watched in the past. But, he might.
The thing is, you never know what a kid may or may not remember. That one simple fact should make all fathers (and mothers) be on their best behavior every single minute. It takes too many good memories to fade out one little bad one.
