Last week my Dad and I went to the Leafs game. Normally, when I have Leaf tickets I bring my son or daughter with me. My wife, Heather, is no longer an option. I tried this twice. The first time we went was at the Gardens. After the first period ended Heather turned to me and asked, “Is it over?” The second time she read magazines throughout the game. Embarrassing. Last week both my kids were involved in extra-curricular activities that night, so I decided to ask my Dad to come to the game. He accepted and we made arrangements.
After I asked my Dad to come, I started thinking about whether we had ever attended a Leafs game together. We had watched many games on television over the years and he always came to the various sports games I played in. When I was growing up, I probably attended less than a half dozen games at the Gardens, but when I thought about it, I realized I either went with my friends or my uncles. I shared this thought with my mom and she said she didn’t recall my Dad and I going to a game together.
We had a great time. Terrific seats, the Leafs won, excellent hot dogs and peanuts. My advice: don’t wait 45 years to do something with someone you care about.
Head of School