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In the PSU postgame thread, @MacIrish75 stated he got in a little trouble for coming home and waking up his son with the news Notre Dame won. @GATTACA! correctly congratulated him that he created a core memory for him and his son.
I thought we should have a thread that we could all share similar stories that make college football a huge bond with fathers and sons, and other family members of course. But you know what I mean. I'll start.
My parents got married, had kids young, and my mom stayed home and my dad was in the air force. So taking the family to Notre Dame games was not in the cards. I think he went to one or two when we lived in Colorado Springs and they played Air Force, anyway I digress.
Late fall 2000, i was 8 years old. NDSU made the D2 playoffs at large. Those games were not televised so we needed radio to listen. NDSU made the quarterfinals and we're set to play the only team to beat them that year, Nebraska- Omaha. My dad (33ish) woke me up early Friday morning and said to pack my suitcase, I couldn't go to school because we were going on a trip.
He drove me and my oldest sister to Fargo and said we were getting on a bus with other bison fans to go to Omaha. I felt like the dorky kid on Polar Express going to some magical land called Nebraska.
The next day at the game, he told me this wasn't a normal game. The people around us are likely players parents. So I am not allowed to call them mean names because that might make them sad. The parents had nothing to worry about, Bison dominated. 2 Bison QB's tore their ACLs in like 5 minutes. And the athletic director got busted for "cruising" after the game or before or idk (i didn't know what that meant obviously). On the way home my dad played cards with me and read me Harry Potter.
Sorta corny and simple all things considered, its D2 football. But nevertheless, core memory. I try to thank him for it once in awhile since we butt heads so much.
I thought we should have a thread that we could all share similar stories that make college football a huge bond with fathers and sons, and other family members of course. But you know what I mean. I'll start.
My parents got married, had kids young, and my mom stayed home and my dad was in the air force. So taking the family to Notre Dame games was not in the cards. I think he went to one or two when we lived in Colorado Springs and they played Air Force, anyway I digress.
Late fall 2000, i was 8 years old. NDSU made the D2 playoffs at large. Those games were not televised so we needed radio to listen. NDSU made the quarterfinals and we're set to play the only team to beat them that year, Nebraska- Omaha. My dad (33ish) woke me up early Friday morning and said to pack my suitcase, I couldn't go to school because we were going on a trip.
He drove me and my oldest sister to Fargo and said we were getting on a bus with other bison fans to go to Omaha. I felt like the dorky kid on Polar Express going to some magical land called Nebraska.
The next day at the game, he told me this wasn't a normal game. The people around us are likely players parents. So I am not allowed to call them mean names because that might make them sad. The parents had nothing to worry about, Bison dominated. 2 Bison QB's tore their ACLs in like 5 minutes. And the athletic director got busted for "cruising" after the game or before or idk (i didn't know what that meant obviously). On the way home my dad played cards with me and read me Harry Potter.
Sorta corny and simple all things considered, its D2 football. But nevertheless, core memory. I try to thank him for it once in awhile since we butt heads so much.