I’d like to share a moment I had with my son Beckett during the Saints Monday Night Football game.
Background, Monday night was my first time attending a Saints game in the stands, ever. A friend invited me and my two older boys to come make a memory together.
As we were sitting down watching the game in the second quarter, I asked my son Beckett where he and the rest of my family used to sit when I was playing for the Saints six years ago. His response, “I don’t have any memories of you playing for the Saints.”
Talk about a dagger, for some reason that stung pretty deep and made me appreciate the night even more.
You see, I couldn’t go two steps without somebody give me a high five or fist bump, all the encouraging comments from fans, getting selfies as we walked the Superdome. I could see my boys starting to realize that Dad was a part of something special back in the day. Thanks for giving me this gift.
Love you all!
WHODAT