Today was a great day. I left work early with my son and we headed up to Citizens Bank Ball Park for the World Series Champions Philadelphia Phillies celebration. In the words of Chase Utley, who made sense of it all rather quickly, "World Champions. World F#ckin' Champions."
I sat on the curb down the street from the ballpark with my son, and cried like a baby. It all kind of hit me at one moment, and I have waited so long for this day. My son said, "Are those happy tears or sad tears, Daddy." I said, "These are very, very good tears!" He said, "I'll try to cry with you then."
AT that moment, everything seemed real and meant to be. It was the way it should be, and it's lasting longer than just a few minutes.
I was 4 years-old when my father took me to Game 5 of the 1980 World Series. I don't remember it at all, but have been told it was an exciting time for Phillies fans. From what I understand, the parade today dwarfed the one of 1980. My son is almost 4, and I wanted him to live this special day with me, so in 20-30 years, he can tell his friends about it, or his kids that "He Was There!"
It also kind of hit me today, that here I am with my son, who is right around the age I was when my dad took me to the World Series and to the Parade down Broad Street in Philly, and my dad is dead. It's known well here, that I lost contact with both of my parents, and wasn't involved in their lives for many years, but there was some kind of revenge I took from today.
The revenge is this;
I took my son with me today because I love him, and I wanted him to share in my time of jubilation. I also wanted him to know that this is a day we will talk about for many years to come and I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR HIM. I'm not going anywhere. I am not my father! It took today for me to realize that!
I carried him eight blocks from the stadium to where I had parked the car. He was completely drained of any enthusiasm and energy a typical child has. He slept in my arms throughout the entire walk, and slept soundly in the car seat for the entire 5 hours it took to get home. (Normally a 35 minute drive LOL)
I peered through the rearview mirror, and was greeted with a thought that goes something like this... Thank you Phillies! Thank you for doing this for me, the City of Philadelphia, Phillies fans all over the country, and more importantly thank you for allowing me to realize the love and affection my father neglected to give me, but in turn, I have given my son. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJbS8Fzo8LA
We all did it!