I still kinda resent my dad for not taking me to the games when i was growing up. He loved the NFL. Loved the Jags almost from the beginning. But dad would tell stories about going to Yankees games and Giants games when he was 12 and 13 years old, and I'd say, "then why can't I go?" and he'd start talking about parking costs and traffic jams and subways etc. Glad I got to start going with friends around age 16.

Anyhow the happy ending is I convinced my dad to come to a game with me and my wife finally. He never went again but he does have the picture framed. You only get one childhood but it's never too late for father son time!

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