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What Boston means to me..

I get this question a lot: “Why are you a Pariots/Red Sox fan?”. Most of the time I get the “You’re just a bandwagon fan” or the “Since they started winning?”.

Well, I’m here to settle this once and for all.

My love for Boston started 20 years ago back when the Brewers played in the American League. We went down to a couple games that year.  One against the Red Sox and one against the Yankees.  This was towards the beginning of Nomar Garciaparra’s career with the Sox. As soon as I saw him play, I loved the way he played and the way Boston carried themselves. For some reason, it resonated with me as a 7 year old. That left me hooked for the rest of my life.

I already started following the Patriots because I watched the 1997 Super Bowl that they played against the Packers. I was 7 years old and my whole family were Packers fans so obviously everyone was rooting for them to win. At that age, I was more worried about chasing and wrestling with my cousins than I was about the football game. So anyway when I would watch the game, I zeroed in on a couple players that fascinated me. The first player was Terry Glenn, which is hard to admit since he went to Ohio State. He was flying around the field making it look like everyone else was in slow motion.

In my family, most are Packers fans, but they also have their own stories about how they have another team. I have family that are Seahawks fans, Dolphins fans, 49ers, Steelers and Saints. At the age of 7, I thought “Well, I need another team too”. From that point on, I had my Patriots.

Preseason game of 1997. Six months removed from the Super Bowl. My dad bought us tickets to go see the Patriots/Packers at Lambeau field. Obviously, I was super excited since both my teams were playing. I was finally getting my chance to see Terry Glenn, in person. Being in Wisconsin, you can imagine how hard it was to find a Patriots jersey. So instead of Terry Glenn, I wore a Drew Bledsoe jersey to the game. Yes, my first Lambeau experience was with me wearing a Patriots jersey.

Now that you have a little context, here’s where my love for the city begins.

Ever since 1997, I’ve wanted to live in Boston. I never visited there (until last year), I never really knew where it was (at 7), but I knew I wanted to live there. I have an older brother that I had to always have to share with, but this is something that I never had to share with anyone.

Let’s fast forward to 2010.

My dad passed away in April of 2010, which was the same day that my oldest daughter was born. He wasn’t just my dad, but my best friend as well. He was probably the biggest Packer fan ever. Everything he wore was Packers gear. Christmas tree only had Packers decoration on it. The man loved the Green Bay Packers. So after he passed, I realized the only game we ever went to was the 1997 preseason game. In that moment, that’s when the love for Boston became more than just a fantasy of mine.

So when people ask me “Why are you a Patriots/Red Sox fan?”, it’s because the city of Boston means more to me than the city I was born in. It’s not because Patriots are the best dynasty to ever have played in the NFL. It’s not because the Red Sox have three world series in 15 years. It’s not because Boston has 10 championships since 2000. It’s also because it’s the last connection that I have with my dad.

I hope you enjoyed the read!

DR

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