The First Time My Father Smiled at Me

The moment the introductory trumpets played, it felt spiritual. I don't know if the clouds opened up and sunlight came through, but it's what it felt like. It was a thrilling match as well - both teams playing at the absolute top of the game. And then obviously 15 minutes in they bring out the new pig and this new pig. There was something different about him. He went like a greased, big greased pig. They went right down. The crowd erupted. We were all on our feet outside of the stadium. Dad was on his feet before he hugged me for maybe 10 seconds. That meant the world,. that's the first time I've had any physical contact