When Dad Took Me To The Super Bowl XXII Parade (GUEST POST)

Love this story from Peter Stewart, winner of Redskins-Eagles Predictions.

My father always said that nothing united D.C. like the Washington Redskins. Dupont Circle lawyers, Metro bus drivers and government employees could all rally behind the success of the Redskins in the ’80s and early ’90s. Since I was only 10 years old when the Redskins last won the Super Bowl in 1992, I had to rely on trust and my own fleeting memories that he was right.

However, one of my memories of that halcyon era will stick with me forever. The Redskins had just defeated the Denver Broncos in Super Bowl XXII and my brother and I, 9 years old and 6 years old respectively, were through the roof with excitement. As a family we had watched every game that season together. To add to this excitement there was a parade(!), which for a first-grader was the cherry on top of the whole thing.

My brother had outgrown his Skins helmet (see above) and I wish I had never outgrown that ALF shirt. The night before the parade my brother and I asked my parents if we could go but were promptly told no by my mother because we had school the next day. We looked to my father for help but he offered none. Silence. We were crushed.

The next morning we were begrudgingly hauled off to school, destined to miss the parade. During class I was trying to concentrate on the lesson at hand — colors of the rainbow I believe — when I noticed my teacher walk over to the door. My eyes followed her the whole way and when she opened it I was shocked to see my father standing there with my brother. A quick conversation ensued, followed by my teacher telling me I was going home with my dad. The three of us quickly piled into the car, parked at my dad’s office in Dupont and walked the rest of the way to Pennsylvania Avenue for the parade.

I remember more about the lead up to the parade than the parade itself and truth be told the entire memory is a fuzzy grey area between actual memories and hearing the story told so many times. It was freezing that day, there were more people than I had ever seen in my life, and the only Redskins I saw were through a tinted bus window. But it was the best damn day of this 6-year-old’s life up until that point. I’d gone to the parade, my dad came through in the end and the three of us had a secret to keep from my mom.

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