Originally Posted by
JustinHarrell
The first football book I read was a book about the Majik to Sharpe and Montana to Rice connections. I used to watch the Lindy Infante show. I was 8, my sister 9. I remember she had the gull to fight with me over the TV. I wanted the Packer game, she the carebears. I was Majik one year for halloween. Those Packers (Majik, Sharpe, Tony Bennett) were larger than life to me. Sharpe was my favorite player. WR was my favorite position. God, those were the days. Those pictures bring back memories.
My older son is a Giants fan. God, that urked me at first. He does have a little bit of his old man in him though. He knew almost every penalty in the game by the time he was 7 or 8 years old. There were times we'd be watching football, his mom would ask a question and he'd answer all annoyed, eyes rolling, "that's illegal contact, it was before the ball was in the air" or something like that. Good shit :)
It used to piss me off that he was a Giants fan, but I think he did that just so he could be his own person and not have to be like his dad. I started liking the Giants too, cuz he does, and now we're football buddies. He's helped me expand my football horizons and I support him even though he didn't follow in the family tradition.
I love football.