My attempt to reclaim a social life has once again been thwarted by fatherhood. Alright, that’s a lie. It was thwarted by the state of New Jersey – specifically Hoboken. In case you haven’t noticed, football season is upon us. And for those of you with short-term memories, I’m a crazy-ass Eagles fan (I know, is there any other kind?).
Being of that persuasion up here in North Jersey is not exactly a fun experience – especially with the results of last year’s Super Bowl (which even forced me to root for the enemy). Thus we cling to each other in small groups, usually at whatever bar will take us. In Hoboken the place to be for Eagles fans on Sundays is Mulligan’s – who has kindly played host to us for the past two seasons. Unfortunately, no matter how much I looked forward to meeting up with a few friends I haven’t seen in months, the craptacular parking and traffic situation in Hoboken finally pushed my to the edge 20 FREAKIN’ MINUTES AFTER THE GAME WAS SUPPOSED TO START. I turned the car around and headed home. Hey, I’d rather spend the first game with my baby girl anyway. And apparently she’d rather spend it with me, too.
That photo isn’t even close to the biggest smile she had while “wearing” my jersey. I asked what jersey she wanted for herself and she seemed most interested in DeSean Jackson. I explained that it’s never a good idea to go with a rookie, because you never know if they really are going to be as good as promised even after a full game and we shouldn’t get our hopes up. That didn’t seem to phase her. Honestly, there’s just no reasoning with this kid…
Thanks to the magic of DVR I didn’t even miss any of the awesome opener (a total destruction of St. Louis 38-3) and got to spend most of it with my beautiful baby girl smiling at me from my lap. She actually seemed to thoroughly enjoy watching my reactions to the game – maybe even more than when I try to interact with her directly. Thank god, because she has no idea the kind of fandom she was born into. This is a fandom of bad luck and depression that somehow keeps us coming back for more. Now I’ve got another generation to force it upon – at last, the circle is complete!
At least for her first real football action there was something to cheer about. Let’s see just how long that can last…
7 thoughts on “You have no idea”
That’s a seriously cute baby. You need to post a lot more pictures.
Davey’s Mcnabb jersey is too big. Rich got him 18 months to make sure he would be able to wear it for the whole season, but right now it looks kind of a like a dress.
You do realize that putting a helpless child in an Eagles jersey is just cruel, right?
Setting her up for a lifetime of disappointment. At least a Raiders jersey looks cool.
On the plus side, being an Eagles fan will teach her important lessons in patience and perserverence in spite of the odds 🙂
it would probably be easier for you to watch the game down here, where o]ur nei]]ghbors ha]ve] j=]ia=n=g=====]
giant blow up eagles on their front lawn.
Every Eagles fan’s dream – to know that someone will be just as frustrated as they are, long after they’re gone :p
[She’s adorable with that jersey, btw.]
She is so cute. Thanks for the baby fix.
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