There are times that things happen that seem to be more than coincidence. For example, when Grasshopper No. 4 attends Wisconsin Badger football games, the team always seems to win. Even when the Badgers are major underdogs, No. 4 has witnessed special times. Could it be that his presence brings luck to the team. Or is it dumb luck.
Well it happened again when I went to a Milwaukee Brewers game several weeks ago. Grandson Dominic had never seen a game. He knew all the players by name. He knew the Brewers would win even when trailing 4-1 in the fifth inning. Sure enough, the Brewers did win. Could it be that Dominic brought luck to the Brewers. Or was it dumb luck.
Well now it is my turn. I have been attending most of Grandson Collin’s soccer games. When I attend the games, Collin’s team wins and he scores at least one goal. He has had a “two goal” game. He has scored by emerging from a chaotic stuggle in front of the net. He has scored using his left foot (which is difficult by the way). He has scored using his head (I think they call it a “header”). The one game that I did not attend because of another commitment, the team still won but Collin did not score a goal. Not scoring a goal might have been because I wasn’t in the crowd.
Then this last weekend, Collin’s team played in a soccer tournament lasting two days (I think they call it the Nutmeg). I attended the first of three games and of course Collin’s team won and he scored a goal. The second game I missed because of Keely’s graduation party. You guessed it. Collin did not score a goal and worse, his team tied 0-0. Then I watched the 3rd game on Sunday. Collin had a goal and the team won 2-0. Because I did not attend game number two, Collin of course had not scored and his team lost a chance at the championship round by one point.
The bottom line is that Collin needs me. If he wants to score more points I need to be at the games. It is a symbiotic relationship. He needs me for luck. Ha, finally! Somebody needs me.
It dawns on me that I could turn this into a financail bonanza. I think Collin should reward me for his continued success. If Collin doesn’t succumb to my demands, I just might not show up. Maybe a new BMW in my driveway would persuade me.
Sometimes things happen by coincidence. Sometimes phenomena occurs that just seems strange. Sometimes there is an occasional transference of energy. Or it could be that maybe sh– just happens. You know, dumb luck.
So to all you Fathers out there that will enjoying activities of their choice on Sunday, I’m hope you will be appreciated for the special influence you have on your kids. Think about it. The more you are around kids lives, the luckier they get. I can’t explain it. I am sure that it is not dumb luck.
Happy Fathers Day.
Love,
Dad