Yay, sports!

Gobble Gobble

If you’ve been reading us for a while, you’ve noticed that we don’t usually write anything serious, and today I’m going to deviate from this. 

I’m sure the majority of you are sitting on your parent’s couch right now, trying to mentally prepare for a highschool reunion, or debating if it’s worth getting out of your cozy oasis to be a modern day gladiator at your local mall. 

I posted on instagram earlier this week about how proud and #thankful I am that Devil Wears Eyeblack has accumulated over 1,800 views in the last year, but a twenty word insta caption doesn’t do that justice. I touched on this in our “About Me” section, but today I’m going to pull back the curtain a little further for you guys today. 

It’s clearly obvious that I love sports, and if you base it just off my background it makes less sense than Pete Davidson and Ariana Grande’s relationship (RIP). I grew up as the only child in my home, and with a Mom who has still doesn’t quite get what a 1st down is, even after trying to learn for 25+ years. Love you, Carol!

My Dad was a huge Patriots fan, and one of my most vivid memories is getting punished for saying “Daddy, why are you being such a bastard?” when the Pats were losing to the Packers in SB XXXI. Aren’t 6 year olds just the cutest?

My Dad moved to Florida when I was seven, and on came the peak of my ballet career. My mom started dating my now step-dad in 2001, and that’s this beautiful obsession began. 

Growing up, I can’t remember a night (or Saturday afternoon) that a game wasn’t on our TV.  Being the die hard New England Sports fan he was, Alan never missed a game. He was also incredibly patient. 

Imagine trying to enjoy a Red Sox/Bruins/Celtics/Patriots game, and not only having to explain what a down is in football to your significant other, but being peppered with rapid fire questions from their 10 year old?

When those angsty highschool years hit, I decided to hang up my pointe shoes and trade them in for a field hockey stick. No matter the weather, Alan would be at every game to watch me “play” daydream (I purposely played defense for the lack of running).  Even the day when I decided to practice my drives into the woods with his brand new box of ProV 1’s didn’t deter him from being my only  #1 fan.

As the years went on and I began to understand the different sports more and more we’d analyze the games together and start our ever frequent arguments about this and that. 

Boy, do I miss those arguments.

If you notice on the right side of the page there is a big gap in posts between April and September.  Alan passed away on April 10th of this year. When that happened, I lost all motivation and drive with the blog, and it took me a long time to remember how proud he was of me for creating this on my own. Or how he’d help me come up with story ideas (even though he had zero idea how to work the internet). 

I know I’m rambling at this point and 90% of you have probably stopped reading by now, but the moral of the story is… Not only am I so thankful for all 1800+ of you who have taken the time to read something from this site, but I’m so incredibly thankful for my loved ones who have helped me get to this point. 

Happy (late) Thanksgiving everyone.  

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