Let me make up a statistic for you: 95 percent of fathers who find out they are having a son want nothing more than to watch sports with him. I am one of those 95 percent. Nick was born the day after the Detroit Red Wings swept the Phoenix Coyotes in the 2011 Stanley Cup Playoffs opening round. Not long after that, he watched his first hockey game (sort of…). He vaguely stared in the vicinity of the television, not comprehending what he was listening too, and not seeing anything but light and a few shapes, but he was calm for the entirety of the game, until he fell asleep. I was ecstatic! One hockey game, no fussing. I took that as him being a gigantic Red Wings fan.
Of course, the Red Wings didn’t play much longer after that, as they were knocked out in the next round. Something rather nice happened, though. He had the same reaction to more sports. The very sound of a baseball game soothes him, occasionally putting him to sleep (honestly, who can’t say the same of their own experience with baseball games?) He absolutely adores the Tigers, and I’ve learned to appreciate watching the game. This has been a very well timed envelopment into the sport, as the Tigers have been nothing short of exciting in nearly every game. I have become a bigger baseball fan through my son. Not too shabby, Nick.
Football! He enjoys football, too! Though it seems he only likes it when it’s in season. When he was around two months old, I tried watching an old Michigan football game on Big Ten Network, but he would cry until I changed the channel back to TCM…not sure why I was watching TCM, or why he liked it…Perhaps Doris Day is to blame, as she was just belting out a tune, as per usual. I’m trailing off here, the point is, he likes Football when it counts, not when it’s old news. I’ll pretend it’s his intense love of the game, and powerfully smart brain. Feel free to pretend along with me.
We can now have sports on all year round, because he likes the sports of all seasons! Now, I wonder if he’ll be a Quidditch fan?