Is It Selfish That I Want My Future Sons To Win Super Bowls?
I’m taking a bit of heat in the office because I want my sons to be NFL stars. According to them, that’s a bad thing.
I understand the concerns about CTE, and I fully recognize the downside of football. I also understand what it means to be a winner. Apparently, though, it’s wrong to want my future sons to be superstars. Excuse me for caring about their futures and success.
There is also a physical issue, but I don’t think it should hold my sons back too far. I’m 6’0″ and 180 pounds. Not exactly NFL size, other than for maybe a slot receiver or cornerback. But if you combine my genetics with those of a Victoria’s Secret Angel, I think that we could pop out a few 6’1-6’4″ mobile quarterback sons.
I expect only the best. You’re either a winner or a loser in this world, and my sons are going to be winners. You know how you prove you’re a winner? You win the biggest sporting event on the planet. You can hate certain people all you want, but you can’t argue against a Super Bowl ring.
Archie Manning had two sons in the NFL. I plan on putting in at least three. I’m not letting that old dude out-do the Hookstead name. I’m thinking my kids will have the arm of Matt Stafford, the mobility of Russell Wilson, the accuracy of Aaron Rodgers and the championship mentality of Tom Brady. If that makes me a bad dad, then so be it. You can live with your kids being accountants. I’ll live with mine being Super Bowl winners. Something tells me we’re going to have a shade more fun.
All you people out there telling me that I shouldn’t hope my sons reach the pinnacle of success are probably just hedging because you know your kids aren’t going anywhere on the gridiron. That’s the difference between you and me. I only shoot for the top and refuse to settle for anything less.
P.S. I will also settle for them playing in the NBA or NHL, but we’re not playing in the MLB.