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My Three Loves

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Sundays in our house were a religious experience. The living room was our cathedral, our teams were our saviors, and nothing was more sacred than my dad and me on the couch at 1:00pm hearing the NFL theme songs on FOX and CBS sound off. This was the moment we waited for all week—and we never missed it. My dad spent most of his life working as a mailman in Utica, NY. The summers were hot. The winters were long. And by the early ’90s, the old factories that once powered Utica’s economy were gone, with nothing real to take their place. Every abandoned building was a reminder of what used to be. Watching the games on Sundays became his one escape. And for us, a bond we’d carry for life. When I was a kid, he'd toss me passes during commercials as I'd make diving one-handed catches onto our couch, completely convinced I was destined to play like the players I watched on our woodgrain Zenith TV. Outside of our living room window, he’d show me the lights of our local high school football field

My Three Loves My Three Loves For years, they felt like separate stories. Now I see they were always one. My First Love: Sports Sundays in our house were a religious experience. The living room was our cathedral, our teams were our saviors, and nothing was more sacred than my dad and me on the couch at 1:00pm hearing the NFL theme songs on FOX and CBS sound off. This was the moment we waited for all week—and we never missed it. My dad spent most of his life working as a mailman in Utica, NY. The summers were hot. The winters were long. And by the early ’90s, the old factories that once powered

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