My love for sports began at an early age. I remember waking up early on Sunday mornings to the crisp sound of piercing whistles and shoulder pads clanking together. I remember waddling out of room, my hair a mess, with my blanket in one hand and my other hand gently rubbing my right eyeball. As I trotted my way down the steps, I would smell a mixture of honey smoked barbeque sauce and burning charcoal. The couch I sat on was made of leather. It would rub on my skin and would feel like I was laying on a giant pack of ice. It felt phenomenal. As I perked my head up and glared my eyes towards the television, I began watching the Philadelphia Eagles. Sunday mornings were my happy place. This is where my love of sports began.
I grew up in a small suburban town outside of Southwest Philadelphia. My father was never present because he fell into an addiction of drugs and alcohol. From what I remember, he would come home at two in the morning, smelling like a mixture of burnt out Nascar tires from all of the cigarettes he smoked, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol from all the drinking he had …show more content…
I don’t have the cliché shoebox full of tickets that every other “diehard” sports fan might have, but I have my memories and memorabilia to do the talking. It was when I was a freshman in high school, about 15 years old, when my friends and I would start going on StubHub to buy tickets to every sporting event imaginable. Since I was just a punk kid with no job and little money to spend, we would normally buy tickets to the Philadelphia 76ers. They were the worst team at the time, which meant the tickets for these games were the cheapest. The Phillies won the World Series my freshman year of high school, so they were out of the question. The Flyers were on the verge of a Stanley Cup, so that was a no go. The Eagles could have a corpse at quarterback and tickets would still be 300 dollars apiece, so Sixers it
I grew up in a small suburban town outside of Southwest Philadelphia. My father was never present because he fell into an addiction of drugs and alcohol. From what I remember, he would come home at two in the morning, smelling like a mixture of burnt out Nascar tires from all of the cigarettes he smoked, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol from all the drinking he had …show more content…
I don’t have the cliché shoebox full of tickets that every other “diehard” sports fan might have, but I have my memories and memorabilia to do the talking. It was when I was a freshman in high school, about 15 years old, when my friends and I would start going on StubHub to buy tickets to every sporting event imaginable. Since I was just a punk kid with no job and little money to spend, we would normally buy tickets to the Philadelphia 76ers. They were the worst team at the time, which meant the tickets for these games were the cheapest. The Phillies won the World Series my freshman year of high school, so they were out of the question. The Flyers were on the verge of a Stanley Cup, so that was a no go. The Eagles could have a corpse at quarterback and tickets would still be 300 dollars apiece, so Sixers it