How great is the love the Father has lavashed on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! 1 John 3:1
My father is a rabid Philadelphia Eagles fan.
He was born and raised in Philadelphia, PA, so naturally he loved the NFL team
that sports Kelly green (midnight green later) as a child. When I was born, it
was almost destined that I would become an Eagles fan, as I am his oldest son.
Whenever we do well, it’s, “Josh, I think this is our year.” Whenever we do
poorly, it’s, “Josh, I think they need to fire Andy Reid” (the head coach). I remember
when I was little, I asked my father why we cheered for the Eagles. He muted
the game that was on TV, looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Son, you have
two options. You can sit outside and root for whatever team you want or you can
stay in here with me and cheer for the Eagles.” This was in the middle of a
Chicago winter, mind you. Needless to say, it was an easy choice. In 2005, my
parents gave me the best ongoing birthday present I’ve ever received. They
presented (no pun intended) with tickets and airfare to Philadelphia for an
Eagles game against Drew Brees, Ladainian Tomlinson and the San Diego Chargers.
Every year since then, we travel back to Philly for a game around my birthday.
Just my father and I, hanging out for a weekend together. It is the absolute
coolest thing to me.
My
father is a very important man in my life. He taught me everything I know. Okay
well maybe 45%. But still, that’s a lot of knowledge from 1 person.
He’s the person I look up to, the person I aspire to be like. I understand how
much of an impact he’s made on my life because so many of my friends don’t have
their father around them consistently.
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