It’s Daddy-Daughter Day.
Much Like Homer and Lisa Simpson, it’s a day where I take her to work, and we basically sit around and goof off. We take an extended lunch to whatever restaurant she wants to go to (it doesn’t matter where we go, she gets a burger and fries anyway) and otherwise give her a break from home.
It also happens to coincide with my deadline for writing this article, so it’s actually quite convenient column material. Yes, the off-season still sucks, but we’re seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
As I was riding with her on the ferry this morning, I got to think about how much the Seahawks have meant to us. She’s our only child, so I spoil her to death, and she in turn makes every effort to enjoy the same passions as I do – much to the chagrin of my wife. We both love music, and our genres cross paths even occasionally. She likes some rock tunes I listen to while I like….well…Britney Spears, but not in the same way my daughter does. It still counts, right? We love going doing a lot of geeky things together, including playing computer games, watching movies, and attending Seahawks football games.
Since moving back to the Seattle area in 1998, we’ve attended dozens of games together, and she’s a lot better at it than I was as a kid. When I was her age, my Uncle used to take my brother and myself to the local Tacoma Tigers (now Rainiers) AAA baseball games. We never paid attention to the game, and only wanted to go so we could gorge ourselves on hotdogs, ice cream, sodas, and other ballpark snacks. Our poor uncle spent more money feeding us than he did for the box seats on the 1st base line. Of course, baseball, to me, is a pretty boring sport to watch, compared to football, but as a kid we still didn’t appreciate what we were being given.
My daughter (who is now 13 years old) also loves going to the games for the snacks (cotton candy is her #1 priority) but also loves watching the game itself. She loves seeing the guys doing the sprinkler when they score, and cheers during big plays. She loves the national anthem singing, watching the Sea Gals perform, and the team winning the game. In short, she just loves the whole experience – something I never got as a kid.
She even wanted to sign up for the Jr. Sea Gals workshop (Jr. Sea Gals Workshop Link). She was so excited about the camp she was asking me practically every day “when does it start?” This was back in May. It still hasn’t started yet.
The joy for me is simply being able to share my passion for the team, and enjoy spending time with my daughter, hard to do in this day and age. As the commercials say, it’s simply priceless. There will come a day where it’s not “cool” to hang out with Daddy anymore, so I have to appreciate life’s little gifts while they’re there. It also reinforces the concept that football is just a game of a bunch of highly paid men to go run around on a field chasing a brown oblong ball. There is much more to life than that.
Like cotton candy.
Glenn Geiss writes the "Fan Noise" column for Seahawks.NET every week. Feel free to send him feedback at email@example.com.