For their 40th anniversary, my parents drove from Michigan and my brother’s family and mine drove from New Jersey to celebrate in the upstate New York college town where Mom and Dad met. Representing three generations, we strolled the campus’s rolling valleys, visited the waterfall where my parents first kissed and enjoyed family bonding at its finest.
But we had to cut the trip short…for the New York Jets.
You see, there are three of us in my marriage: my husband, me and the Jets. Since their summer training camp is near my parents’ alma mater, my superfan husband deemed it essential that we ditch my family for a football scrimmage. I wish I could say it was the only time the Jets had intercepted our plans.