Score! and Happy Birthday

I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m the youngest in a pretty big family – six kids. My parents had two girls, then three boys, then me. They’re all a bit older than me (16 to 8 years older) so by the time I was in school, my two oldest sisters were no longer living at home. For a few years it was me and my three older brothers, along with my parents, at home.

My brothers and my dad were big sports fans. Each fall and winter they’d gather in front of the TV in the basement and watch football and hockey (this was New England, after all, I think watching hockey is a requirement). My mom and I would be upstairs, and sometimes I’d be asleep in bed during late-night games.

Every once in a while, I’d be woken up by the sounds of my dad and three brothers shouting “SCORE!” or “TOUCHDOWN!” in unison, quickly followed by them shushing each other and then celebrating quietly (or as quietly as they could).

This summer, at our family reunion, they recreated the “SCORE!” moment. It’s not the best photo I’ve ever taken, but I think you get the general idea:

Left to right: Steve, Pop, Phil, Tim – thanks for being such good sports, guys!

This photo cracks me up every time I see it.

Happy birthday, Pop.

 

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