Those memories of missed kicks and no family eye contact still stick in my mind because even though it seemed as if it was inevitable that FSU would miss the kick and lose the game everyone still hung on to the hope that maybe this year would be different. Every Saturday there would always be hope, "This is our year," was a common phrase thrown around seemingly before every football season. I would hear stories of the glory days of the early 90's and how FSU was a powerhouse and how they were always so close to getting back to contending for national titles. Every year though something would go wrong, whether it was kicking, or more often then not a terrible quarterback would throw interception after interception (Chris Rix) . His name was cursed more than most in my household, but at least he deserved it. Those memories are very special to me and will always be my first and favorite memory of sports.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
First Memory
Wide Right. My first memory of sport is watching FSU football games with my dad in the living room with a slew of cursing and tears as the Florida State kicker shanks a 38 yard field goal at the end of regulation. "Every year", he said "every year its wide right." I have many relatives who are alumni of FSU including both my parents and various aunts and uncles, and it seemed every year the Florida State kicker would shank a kick and everyone would be pissed off for about a week.
Those memories of missed kicks and no family eye contact still stick in my mind because even though it seemed as if it was inevitable that FSU would miss the kick and lose the game everyone still hung on to the hope that maybe this year would be different. Every Saturday there would always be hope, "This is our year," was a common phrase thrown around seemingly before every football season. I would hear stories of the glory days of the early 90's and how FSU was a powerhouse and how they were always so close to getting back to contending for national titles. Every year though something would go wrong, whether it was kicking, or more often then not a terrible quarterback would throw interception after interception (Chris Rix) . His name was cursed more than most in my household, but at least he deserved it. Those memories are very special to me and will always be my first and favorite memory of sports.
Those memories of missed kicks and no family eye contact still stick in my mind because even though it seemed as if it was inevitable that FSU would miss the kick and lose the game everyone still hung on to the hope that maybe this year would be different. Every Saturday there would always be hope, "This is our year," was a common phrase thrown around seemingly before every football season. I would hear stories of the glory days of the early 90's and how FSU was a powerhouse and how they were always so close to getting back to contending for national titles. Every year though something would go wrong, whether it was kicking, or more often then not a terrible quarterback would throw interception after interception (Chris Rix) . His name was cursed more than most in my household, but at least he deserved it. Those memories are very special to me and will always be my first and favorite memory of sports.
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