[A note: Tonight marks the 13th anniversary of what turned out to be a fun night for me and since I’m in the mood to reminisce and write about the happy memories of my father, I thought I’d share this story with all of you.
It was originally published on my Aerys Sports Yankees’ blog back in 2011 for Father’s Day and I’ve gone in and edited it a tad. Hope you enjoy it. ~Stacey]
My dad, Gus Gotsulias, is the reason I like sports so much and why I root for the New York Yankees, Knicks, Rangers and Giants.
He took me to my first Yankees and Rangers games. He bought me my first pair of Knicks tickets but, at the time, I was 19 and wanted to go with my best friend. She ended up watching Madonna the entire time – she was sitting courtside right below us – and the Knicks beat the Heat by 35 points (Yes, it was a very long time ago.) And it always seemed that whenever my dad could get us Giants tickets, they were for November or December and he didn’t want me to freeze which, while considerate of him, still annoyed me as a kid, so I didn’t get to attend my first Giants game until 2009 when I was well into my 30’s.…