My 16-year-old son James and I went to the UT-Kansas game this past Saturday night, and wow, was it fun! We try to do at least one game a year, but haven't been the past two seasons, so he and I have been pumped for weeks about seeing all the rennovations that have allowed attendance to be over the 100,000 mark.
We sat in the upper deck, and James was very happy with the view. Since I'm blind, it doesn't matter where I sit, but I always try to get the best seats possible for him. When it was announced that the stadium had set an all-time attendance record, James became excited.
"We picked a good game to go to," he pointed out. "Not only is Colt McCoy going to break the record for most wins in the NCAA, but I was a part of setting the attendance record. Pretty cool."
It certainly was. I remember reflecting how much I enjoy these father-son events, especially now, as he's almost grown. He must have been thinking the same thing. "We need to keep doing this, even after I'm grown," he said. "As long as my kids can come, too."
"Why, of course they can," I replied. "I'm all for that."
James was having the time of his life, jumping up and down, clapping, and cheering at the top of his lungs. He even talked a little trash.
"You smell that, Dad?" he asked me at one point during the fourth quarter, when Texas had put the game well out of reach.
Not knowing what he was driving at, I sniffed the chilly air. "No, I don't smell anything. What is it?"
"It's the smell of burnin' Jayhawks," he replied, laughing.