Dad first, fan second

Sitting down to watch football Sunday afternoon I couldn’t lose.
I couldn’t win either.
The Green Bay Packers, my Packers, were playing the Dallas Cowboys, my son’s Cowboys.
As much as I am a Packers fan, I really hoped the Cowboys would win. Only another father can identify with that.
Sure, I was not all that upset with the Packers victory. But my heart genuinely aches for my boy.
I can’t say exactly why I became a Packers fan but I cannot recall ever rooting for another team. I do know that when I was a tyke, I always said when I grew up I wanted to have a car with a green bottom and a yellow top. I know, yuk. But two-tone cars were popular then and that’s the combo that appealed to me.
Was that the beginning of my Packers’ leanings?
My son wound up rooting for the Cowboys because everyone his age rooted for the Cowboys. He was six years old and just starting school in 1993 when the Cowboys won their second straight Super Bowl. They had destroyed the Buffalo Bills 52-17 in 1992 and beat the Bills again 30-13 in ’93. My son was hooked.
The Cowboys lost in the Conference championships the next year but won the Super Bowl again in ’95.
But that was pretty much it. My son hasn’t had much to cheer about in the last 20 years.
My team, on the other hand, won the Super Bowl in 2010 and has been in the playoffs every year since 2009. So I would have been okay had they lost on Sunday.
But since they didn’t, I now have another Super Bowl on my mind. I’m sure my son does too. He’s that kind of guy.
Wonder where he got it from.

Ed Ackerman