My Grandfather was a Packers fan. He had season tickets. Passed them to my aunt and uncle. My Mom and Dad are Packer fans. So am I. And my children? Will not be.
Tonight, on the ESPY awards, in presenting the award for "best team" Kenny Chesney explained that "Our teams are like a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation."
I cried.
Yep. Cried.
I cried in England the night my team won the NFC Championship. I cried when they won the Superbowl; and I cry as I realize that my children will never love my team the way that I do.
In the United States, sports are like a religion. We each stake our claim, our territory. We believe that our team is the best - even though we know, they're really not. We buy jerseys and hats, talk smack about teams that are obviously better than ours.
But we do it all with pride.
I'm learning in a very hard way that I will not pass my love of my team on to my children. I've tried, but in nature vs. nurture, my children are being nurtured in an environment where they will learn to love another team.
No, your team is not the same as your faith in God. But, it's something that you strive to pass to your children.
I will not.
I feel ashamed; like I pawned Grandma's wedding ring.
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Could be worse. They could be growing up Cowboy fans (or Yankee fans or Laker fans...)!
Stick to your guns and stand by your team. They'll mock you (and rightfully so – I mean, you're a Packers fan), but eventually they'll respect the courage of your convictions.
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