Happy Father’s Day to everyone. Whether you are an actual father, a step parent, godfather, or a father figure, you are important and I hope your family celebrates today with some good cards for you.
In a a perfect world, I would have some Father’s Day packs to review here. I went to my local comic book store, where I rarely buy cards because as I said they are a comic book store, and they didn’t have any. I could have driven to my the card shops but I did not have gas or any extra money to spend to spend so I didn’t bother. I was curious of the odds because I see people posting a lot of amazing hits from these packs but they don’t say how many packs they opened to get to that hit. I am not posting this as a pity party for me. I am posting this because I want you to know that any review by me will be from an honest person. A lot of collectors make it seem like they have an unlimited supply of money to spend on cards. I am not one of those collectors; I just wish I was. Everything I get, I get on the cheap or from gift cards.
Now I would like to share with you an awesome story about my father. My father is dead now, and we did not have the best relationship when he was alive but looking back, I realize just how hard he tried in his own way. My father and I bonded through sports. We may have not talked a lot but with sports, we didn’t need too. We could throw the ball around or watch a game and that was quality time to us. I look back fondly on those times. One season, he was on the coaching staff for my football team and I made all stars that year. I don’t think that it is a coincidence. It was through football that I have my greatest memory with him.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in 2nd grade. Even at that age, I knew the magnanimity of the events going on in the NFL. You see this year was Joe Montana’s last season as a 49er. Everyone knew that he wouldn’t wear the gold helmet anymore because Steve Young was dominating and was younger. The 49ers had no choice but to get rid of one of their Hall of Famers and they elected to stick with the younger Young. The last game of the season Montana was due to get a few snaps. Even as a kid, I would have let you name my first born to get into that stadium. My dad was a die-hard 49ers fan since he was born in San Francisco, even though we lived in Los Angeles suburbs. My dad still had family in San Francisco and they were going to the game. I don’t know when my dad told me we were going but I do know that I was excited. It was my first football game and I was going to see Jerry Rice, Joe Montana, and players like Eric Davis, Merton Hanks, Kevin Fagan,Tom Rathman. All of whom I was legitimately happy to see. To put a cherry on top it was a Monday night game-a fact that looking back is an anomaly in itself as they don’t play Monday nighters anymore on the final week of the season.
I remember a lot of what happened during the game but honestly that is irrelevant to me. All I care about is my dad took me to the game. A MNF game, that was Joe Montana’s last in gold, on a Monday night in the rain at Candlestick Park, 400 miles away from home. Thanks dad.