We just dropped off our son for his freshman year at University of Missouri. Though his head would suit him well in engineering or any number of pursuits, his heart has always been about sports. He’ll be part of the School of Journalism, with the goal of entering the field of Sports Broadcasting. That’s perfect, because sharing his passion and opinions about sports — particular plays and players, strategies, stats, games, teams and their chemistry, leagues and rivalries — has always come naturally for him. I’ve told him for years that if I owned a team, he’d be my General Manager. It wouldn’t matter what sport.
He’s been reading the sports section of our Sunday paper since he could read, a skill he mastered very early in life. In addition to the game stories, he showed a keen interest in the scoreboard page near the back of the section, where standings (often of lesser known sports and leagues), transactions and various other minutia were detailed.
While soccer is his favorite, there doesn’t seem to be a single sport that escapes his interest and study. He’s competed in soccer, football, and track & field at various levels, but wasn’t able to continue in them as a player. I think pursuing them this way — with the opportunity to convey information and share his take with other people — will suit him better than playing ever would have.
As a Steelers fan, it has pained me to see him adopt not my favorite team — nor the hometown Chicago Bears — as his preferred NFL team, but the Dallas Cowboys. However, we do share a fandom of the Pittsburgh Pirates, which I cherish.
While I anticipate great things in his professional future, I’ll be proud of him if he’s simply a good and faithful man — and husband and father if God blesses him with a wife and children.
Actually, in regard to him being a good and faithful man — and in so many other ways — I’m already incredibly proud of him.