My father passed away in the early hours of Wednesday morning. I won't bore you with the details of his death, or the mourning period that we're currently going through, I'd instead like to share three awesome Giants-related stories of my dad with all of you.
First: 1986. I'm four years old. I don't understand the concept of sports, or why Dad likes watching the big guys in blue every Sunday. I really didn't understand what was going on. What I did know, though, is that when Dad and the family came over for the Superbowl I was VERY scared: every time the Giants scored, the guy would erupt in cheer, and I would run crying to my mom, scared of what was going on.
Second: 1990. I was eight years old. The Giants were in the Sueprbowl. You think I'd be used to this sort of thing by now, but truth be told, there was no way to describe the yelling that happened that night. Dad always used to tell me "you were so young it was so funny seeing you pretend to cheer when you didn't know what was going on."
It's true: I had no idea what was going on, but I learned to cheer for the Giants. I also learned what "wide right" meant.
Finally: 2007. Older, wiser, and able to enjoy the game, I really enjoyed this particular Giants season, and I'm glad I got to spend time at home with my dad to see it. I'll always remember: "how'd he do that" and "he's wide open" - two of my own quotes that dad was fond of reminding me about (and you can imagine what plays I'm talking about).
Great memories from a great Giants fan. Thanks for all of the great times we've had together.