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Of my favorite memories as a child, attending St. Louis Blues games with my father will always be at the top. It wasn’t just the thrill of seeing my favorite sport and team, but the crowd noise, the fan interaction, the food and that sharing of comradery with my father (and often the rest of my family).
Even though I lost my father to Leukemia in November 2015, I still feel that excitement of entering through the 14th and Clark entrance with my dad and grabbing a program before heading to the concession stand. It’s a feeling that I will have every time I enter the Enterprise Center.
In January 2012, I found out I was going to be a father. A few months later, my wife and I discovered we were going to have a son. As most aspiring fathers do, I was a mixed bag of emotions. On the surface there was doubt in my abilities while on the inside, I looked forward to the things all fathers enjoy: the first little league game, the day he gets his license, his wedding day, etc. Most of all, though, I was looking forward to experiencing his love for the game of hockey as I did all those years ago. I was certain he was going to play the sport and we would attend every Blues game possible, as I did with my dad.
But every parent in the history of existence will tell you that what you expect of your child before his or her birth is never how it works out. My wife and I learned this lesson quicker than most.
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