There’s a game tonight, LA Rams v. Patriots. My heart’s been claimed by the Patriots, just because they were so kind to my son John when he was terminally ill, treating him and his sister Sarah to a two-day visit back in 2014, including a visit with cancer-survivor Marcus Cannon, who spent an hour cracking chemo-jokes with John and, the next day, putting John and Sarah in front-row seats on the 40-yard line while they dispatched the Detroit Lions. And then went on to win the Super Bowl.
But we also have Riverside’s own, John Sullivan, playing center for the Rams, and who wouldn’t want to cheer for him? He played on a little league team I coached way back when, and daughter Kate was friends with him at GHS. A great family, sadly diminished by the loss of father Rick Sullivan, who would come out to help me on Saturdays when I was doing my worst trying to corral and “teach” eight-year-olds how to play baseball.
I’m torn, but the Patriots have won plenty of these things, and I think John Sullivan’s family would be absolutely thrilled if their baby boy, at 35, won one of those horribly gaudy rings. And so would I. So let’s go Rams!