Happy Father’s Day, To A Dad I’ve Never Known
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By DERON SNYDER
An open letter to my father, Stanley Howard Snyder:
Hi. Another Father’s Day has come and gone, yet another that I spent wondering how it would’ve been having you in my life.
Ma says that you liked sports, especially the New York Giants. I wonder what you would’ve thought of my childhood allegiance to the Giants AND the Dallas Cowboys. It caused a terrible conflict whenever they played, but their disparate reputations back then helped ease the discomfort. The Cowboys always were good while the Giants always stunk, so rooting for the hometown underdogs was easy to do, with little reason to believe they’d actually win.
I guess my true loyalty showed when the Giants finally started winning in the ‘80s. They hadn’t reached the playoffs since the early ‘60s, so I was pulling hard for them against Dallas.
Your love for sports must’ve been passed to me genetically. You certainly weren’t there to nurture it or direct it. Poor Ma, bless her heart, was too scared to let me play football, my first love.
