It was ordained that I would be a New York Giants fan. Before I could walk, my father had me sitting on the couch with him rooting for his beloved New York Giants. My earliest memory was the 1962 Giant and Packer championship game. It was a frigid day, and the game was “blacked out” within a 50-mile radius of Yankee Stadium. But this failed to deter my dad.
I watched from the window of our New Jersey home as he hauled the ladder from the garage and navigated his way across the icy roof to point the antenna towards Philadelphia so we could see the game.