Richard Tocci

Richard Tocci
Just when you thought it was safe, I show up...


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Friday, October 29, 2010

Dad, You're Gettin' Old

Alex had an epiphany while riding in the car this evening:

"Dad, when I grow up, you'll be old, like Papa (his grandfather). You'll eat pills all the time. Not me, though - I'll just wear glasses, like you."

I'm glad to see Alex has my golden years all planned out for me...

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Friday, October 22, 2010

Fair Weather Fans

I'm a fan of Philadelphia sports. Always have been. Anyone that knows me knows that I follow the Phillies, the Eagles, and the Flyers, and my neighbors are keenly aware of my loyalties... mainly because of the amount of noise I make when watching my teams play.

With the Texas Rangers winning their first pennant and advancing to the World Series, I thought back to the past couple of weeks and my travels around town. I recall relatively few Rangers shirts, hats, or jerseys worn around town before the postseason. But lately, I've seen more and more hats, jerseys, and shirts.

It makes some sense -- the Rangers are based in Dallas, three hours away, and there are fans out there, so they start to wear their wares once the Rangers make it to their first postseason. But the Bryan-College Station area is closer to Houston, so the Astros have a bit more loyalty here. Yet when the Rangers made it to the postseason, and began winning, the amount of support shown to the Rangers has increased.

That got me to thinking. I'm not sure how many Rangers fans have ever been in this area. I'm sure there were a fair number, but why the sudden influx of shirts worn in public, and caps proudly displayed on head and dashboard? One phrase comes to mind...

Fair Weather Fans.

A Fair Weather Fan is someone that supports the team when they win, and doesn't bother to support the team when they lose.

I'm not saying everyone is a fair weather fan -- that would be unfair and stupid. All I'm saying is that if you support your team, like I do season after season, enduring ridicule because I support a yankee team (I am NOT a New York Yankee's fan by ANY stretch of the imagination, so don't even GO down that road!), then you support the team, good or bad, year after year, regardless of the record.

You don't have to wear a t-shirt or hat or jersey all the time -- I don't, but I'm still a loyal fan.

I believe a lot of the "fans" out there are just supporting them because the jersey says "Texas". I can't believe that, all of a sudden, the BCS area is chock full of Rangers fans.

Some of you may stop and say "Hey! Wait a minute, bub! You live near Houston, and you've followed the Astros quite a bit! Aren't you a hypocrit?"

It is true that over the last few years, I've followed the Astros, mainly because my son was a fan, and my now ex-wife loved the Astros. I haven't followed them much since my separation and divorce. But I've always followed the Phillies, Eagles, and Flyers, and will continue to follow them. Besides, I can't fault the Astros entirely...they traded quite a few players to the Phillies the last couple of seasons!

So to you true blue Ranger fans, good luck in the World Series. And to the Fair Weather Fans? Let's hope you decide to become true blue fans.

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Friday, October 1, 2010

Cloudy ,The Future Is Not...

I've talked about my son Hayden a lot since he was born. I've talked about how well he's doing growing up with cerebral palsy, and how he's faced challenges and overcome so much in his young life.

Yesterday and today, I had the rare opportunity to get the boys to school. This is the first time I've had to put both boys on the bus, and as much as I relish their education, it was difficult to watch Hayden in his wheelchair, hoisted up into the bus, and whisked away to his four hours of afternoon classes.

It was not difficult to understand he was going to school. I'm a huge proponent of education, as any parent should be, and I am involved as much as I can in my children getting a good, solid, well-balanced, and relevant education.

What happened to me today was a glimpse into the future.

Hayden kissed me goodbye, and I rolled him onto the hoist for his lift to the bus. He sat quietly, his little hands resting on his knees, his feet resting comfortably on the foot rests of his wheelchair. I had prepared for his departure to school, and was ready to wave goodbye...

And that was when it happened. A sudden and inexplicable glimpse maybe 20 years into the future. I saw my son, his face older but just as happy and just as handsome, his hair shaggy but not unkempt, his hands resting on his knees, older and callused from rolling his wheelchair on his own yet still youthful. He was an older man but still a young man, with hope in his eyes. He smiled at me. And then he was gone, and little Hayden was there, that same bright smile, so full of life...

I watched the bus drive away. I went into the house, and I cried. I haven't cried like that in years, and I don't know why but it was a mixture of sadness and jubilation. I was sad because my son will not be like other children and I know how hard that will be. I was jubilant because I finally saw hope -- the hope that my son will be as good as he can be, that he will succeed, and will have a full life, albeit a little more difficult than others can imagine. I finally saw it...

And love. I cried out of pure love of my son.

I am not a religious man, but I was given a glimpse into the future of a boy that will grow up and become whatever he wants to be. Just like I always knew -- deep down in my heart -- he would be.

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