Today marks a very special anniversary – six years ago today, my dad and I made our first and only “pilgrimage” to the NFL Pro Football Hall of Fame.
Yep, that’s me and my tattooed dad with his surprisingly full head of non-gray hair. Wow! How quickly things (like the amount of dark hair) change.
Anyway, my dad and I always have this joke about football being our “religion.” We call ourselves “Footballatarians,” and we worship the Good Lord Vince Lombardi. Like Christianity, we also have our Sabbath on Sundays but we worship at the Church of the NFL. Yeah, we’re mental. So, in November of 2001 when we were headed to Chicago, we decided to detour and make a pilgrimage to the “oh holy grounds” of Canton, Ohio.
Cantonians (or whatever people from Canton call themselves) were VERY welcoming and tried very hard to make us feel at home. This was evident when a guy flipped us off at a gas station across the street from the Hall. “Aw, just like home,” I shouted!
We were in awe when we went inside. There’s a giant winding staircase at the entrance and as you ascend, you view the evolution of American football. There’s displays galore and of course, the famous bronze busts of all the enshrined players. We ended up spending more time in the gift shop than anywhere else. It’s like the Super Wal-Mart of pro shops.
Our trip ended and we had to get back on the road and head for Chicago. It’s definitely a place worth checking out if you love professional football. I have some more pictures here if you’ve got three minutes to kill.
Ponder this: do you think it was merely a coincidence that the Patriots won their first ever Super Bowl following our pilgrimage? Hmmm… Patriots Nation can thank me, and I will gladly accept any gifts they send in gratitude. 😉