“I can’t take you to the park sweetie because the Giants are about to start playing.”
That is always the answer. Whenever I ask to do something he always says, “No the Giants are playing”, it’s like he cares more about football than me. It’s always football. “football first!” is the phrase I grew up by.
Sometimes it’s fun, like when I get to skip school to go to a game, or when I go to my friend’s house while dad goes to the bar to watch football. But it gets annoying, like the time he missed my birthday because the Giants were on, or the time he didn’t pick me up from school because he went to the bar.
I use to love football, I loved going to games, and staying up late for overtime, I loved every aspect. Now it’s a sport I dread because I know dad will get into it, and miss life events.