A few years ago, my mom was friends with someone who was obsessed with all things sports. To make the story short, he got me totally hooked on watching the New York Giants every Sunday. Even though I didn’t know what a penalty was, or what a first down was, I could tell that football was my kind of sport. Basketball always bored me, with the huge guys on the teeny little court, with a teeny little ball, putting it in a basket OVER and OVER again. Baseball was too slow. Yay, he hit the ball. In football, there are so many tings that can happen; games with no score, overtime, a foul that costs the team a game, a challenge that takes an HOUR to review. Well, you get the point. I quickly learned what everything was and how the game was played. Now I can spot a personal foul before the referees do.
Anyways, when I was about 8 years old, my mom and her friend took me and my brother to Draft Day at New York’s stadium in New Jersey. Let’s just say, it was one of the coolest tings ever besides actually going to a game. But, that’s a story for another time. So, Draft Day. We went in May and it was not the prettiest day. I think that April had one more shower left in it. It was raining our whole car ride to NJ. It wasn’t downpouring, thank goodness, but rain is rain either way and I hated it. When we got there we had to walk to the stadium, and finally, the rain was letting up. We got to the door leading into the indoor part of the stadium, below the bleachers. We walked through, and to this day I can still remember that there was a Verizon booth on the left and a Barberino Booth on my right. As we walked through the stadium, towards the door behind the goal post that lead to the field, I could see the sun starting to shine. It was so unexpected and amazingly cool! It made me feel like i was in one of those movies where everything was going wrong and suddenly, the sun comes out and everything gets better.
So after scoping out the field and heading up to where the commentators sit when they commentate the games, we headed to “The Bubble”. And if you dont know what the bubble is, it is this HUGE bubble that you can go inside and its like a little building. It was pretty cool. We ate lunch there and played on one off those blow up boot camp things. Oh and I met some of the players! I have like 6 autographs. I know one is from the Center and another from an old linebacker. Of course, I dont know who any of them really were because it was 5 or so years ago that this all happened.
So, when we were waiting in line to meet the players and play on the blow up things, there were bowls with little nic-nacs and stuff and, being a kid who loves everything free and useless, I picked up this keychain.
It just has the New York Giants helmet on it and on the other side has a local sports radio station. I have had this ever since that day, hanging on my keys. I remember I dropped it and it broke and I litterally burst into tears, running in the house screaming for my mom to fix it. Thank go she did, or else my keys would be all lonely. There’s a dent in it and it’s all scratched and gross, but that just shows how much I use it, love it and could never part with it.