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Picture this...it's the 1980s and it's a Sunday afternoon. A family of four has come home from church and has already eaten lunch. The brown and orange plaid arm chair in the living room has been pulled across the orange and brown shag carpet to get it closer to the TV and the dad is sitting in it. He is sporting a mustache and has changed from his church clothes (which might have, on that day, included his light brown mesh loafers that were at that time all the rage) into his comfy "Miami Mice" (a spoof on the TV show "Miami Vice") shirt and jeans. Some have said that his appearance then could be compared to the Kokanee beer guy on the recent commerials...just to help you with the mental picture. :) Beside one leg is a bag of sunflower seeds and a bowl for the shells. On his other leg sits a small and captivated young girl about 7 years old. No doubt this young girl is also wearing something that fit the decade and a hair style to match (sorry, no pictures to prove this fact) :) The chair they both occupy has been pulled closer to the TV because they are watching a National Football League football game. If they're lucky it's the Packers playing the Bears but even if it's not, the two don't mind because they are together, watching football and eating spitz. If you were to walk in the front door of the house at any part of the game you might just hear the words, "KILL HIM" or "GET HIM" as the dad cheers on his team and wants them to make that important tackle.
The picture I have painted for you is the reason why to this day I get excited about watching football, either on TV or live. I was that little girl and (sorry Dad) the guy wearing that wonderful shirt was the dad. To this day when I sit down to watch a game with Lindsay I think of those Sunday afternoons and Monday evenings when I got to sit and watch with my dad. My mom enjoy watching football once in a while and on one occasion bought him a coffee mug that read, "I interrupt this marriage to bring you the football season". He definitely used to watch a lot more than he does now. This probably makes my mom thankful.
Lindsay and I don't have cable but CTV does show a NFL game or two every Sunday afternoon after church. As I cleaned up the dishes this last Sunday I noticed that Lindsay and Liam were sitting on the arm chair in the living room and watching the game together. I grabbed the camera and the result is what you see above. Of course this made the memories flood back. Spitz, Packers and Miami Mice. :) To this day watching football with my Dad is like coming in from playing outside in December to a warm plate of cookies and cocoa. It's like coming home. I'm so thankful for my Dad for so many reasons. One is that he shared this special time with me and it's part of who I am today...a crazy football fan (Go Riders! Go Packers!) who loves Sunday afternoons, watching the game or listening to it on the radio, spending time with my guys and coming home from a live game with no voice. Thanks Dad!
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