Since having the kids, there has been a sense of sensitivity surrounding the fandom of our young angels. For the most part, I am OK with the kiddos growing up to like the local teams:
- Red Sox – I am OK with that
- Bruins – the NHL is really meh with me now. So I am OK with the kids not liking the Devils. Plus they can
actually get a jersey with the name Esposito on the back. So that could be pretty cool. - Celtics – do people really care about the NBA?
However, when it comes to the NFL, I am not so fine with either of my kids routing for the Patriots. While I believe that the choice is theirs to make, but come on – you want a team with a personality. Sure the Pats won 3 championships, but hell my farts have more personality to them.
On Sunday morning, we took Noah to get his haircut and he saw that the TV was previewing the Ravens-Patriots match-up this weekend. He said he didn’t know if the Ravens would get their butts kicked by the Patriots. He likes getting a rise out of me. Shortly after, I asked him who he wanted to win. He replied both teams – cute yes, but sorry buddy that is not how games work. Someone has to win and someone has to lose.
He got sad. So I asked again, who do you want to win? His reply was – I will get back to you. There may be a video later this week with his choice.
Since Noah was born, this will be the third match-up in the postseason for the Ravens and Patriots that Noah will be around for. The games, have been split down the middle. With that said, only his daddy’s team has won the Super Bowl since he popped out of the womb. He has been reminded of that a few times.
At the end of the day, both Noah and Brooke will have to decide their allegiances to sports teams. While I have been less pushy with Noah in regards to the NFL, I have seen the folly of my ways and have since taken a different stance with Brooke.
Noah idolizes Gronk and will probably side with the wifesauce, Brooke sleeps with her Poe stuffed animal every day and watches the Ravens on my iPad, complete with the Touchdown celebration.
I am also a realist and know that more than likely, it will wind up with me losing on all the battles when it comes to sports, or have a divided house at best. It is what it is – just more people for me to talk smack to.
Does that make me a bad dad? Probably. Do I care? No.
