Yesterday marked the last week without professional football in 2016. Sunday the preseason kicks off and I get to show my kids some football. They are all playing now and have significant roles on the teams. At least one of them is interested in watching film and learning more about how to play the sport at a high level. These are the best times to be a coach and a sports dad and I am really excited about having this one great season with all of my boys. There is no guarantee any of them ever play again, so I am going to enjoy this moment to the fullest.
Football means a lot to me and as a result my kids all took it on as a challenge. One of the three begrudgingly took my old number this season (Beckham’s was taken). I’m both excited and proud to see our family name on the back of his jersey right above that number once again. Its a good moment for dad and son both. Meanwhile one of the other two moves closer to the madden version of himself. He was even under center for a while, like his madden counterpart. However, he threw the ball like it was shot out of a gun–also like his madden counterpart. At what point is fiction creating life?
I’ve been asking that question more and more lately and I don’t have a really good answer. I do have an interesting side note though: Apparently most of the things mentioned in the 1985 film Runaway have come true. Drones, Smarthomes, etc. Yep. Fiction might, in some cases, shape reality. Given that statement I shall now proclaim that I will write a fictional piece that mentions the Jets and Giants facing off in the Superbowl.
Do your magic, fiction.