Growing up, I had a father and two older brothers who loved a game. What game might you ask? All of the games. Baseball, basketball, badminton, football, tennis, golf, swimming and anything that happens to be played during the Olympics. Basically any sort of competition was fine (The only reason I don’t mention hockey in this list is because when we first moved to Chicago, the Blackhawks’ home games weren’t aired on TV).
Anyway….screaming, sideline cheering (and coaching), an occasional tear, a cramped leg or two and lots of high fives were abundant on fields of play and our television viewing room alike.
My dad was less about specific teams (except for Notre Dame) and more about a good game. He passed this trait down to all of us and I won’t even deny I’ve become engrossed in curling matches during the winter Olympics before. While I didn’t always pay attention to the ins and outs of all of the rules, watching sports brings back fond memories. Memories I hope to recreate with our little baby Yoshi in the coming years.
Though it’s a few years off, I’m ready for soccer mom status. I’ve been prepping for years!