Triggered Memory
You ever hear something that triggers a memory from early childhood? That happened to me this morning while reading "Why I Hate the Super Bowl."
I have never understood why anyone cares about professional sports. I must have been seven or eight when my father shocked me by explaining that not everyone who plays for the New York Yankees is from New York. “What?” I remember thinking. “They let people from Boston or Chicago play with the Yankees? The whole thing is a fraud.” Why do New Yorkers care about a bunch of strangers who are going to defect to some other team if they get a better offer?
The same thing happened to me when I was a little kid. I don't remember whether it was my dad, older brothers, or a friend, but someone revealed the same truth to me and I was highly disappointed. The thing is, I had completely forgotten about the incident until I read that passage a few minutes ago.
And by the way: I don't like the Super Bowl, either. I'll watch it because I like to get together with my brother's family and my kids, and because it's an American cultural event, but otherwise, I'd opt for a good book or Roku action.
