With Christmas morning (sorry if that offends anyone) rapidly approaching I remember what it was like to anticipate if I was going to get the things I had asked for from Santa. Being the sports fanatic I have turned out to be, sports related toys were all I ever asked for.
I know that this article doesn't make reference to a game that was played or being played or players or a player in those games but it's how I grew to love sports and my way of remembering how Christmas was made so special for me.
Without fail every year mom (God rest her soul) and Dad came through like champions. I'm forty so there was no internet ordering to make the shopping season easier.
Dad worked countless hours while mom did the shopping the good old fashioned way. Dealing with angry sales associates and endless lines along with store hours that didn't get extended till midnight.
I asked for everything and anything and I wasn't the only child in the house. Every Christmas morning was filled with joy because without fail, everything I wanted was there, wrapped neatly and proudly.
In honor of my late mother, she passed tragically and suddenly si...
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