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How early impressions, made a lasting impression for one little girl.

Saturday was my eldest’s second visit to Ivor Wynne Stadium. Browsing through some old images of her last trip to Ivor Wynne, going by her uncanny resemblance to our two year old (or vice versa), I realized it had already been two years since the first time daddy shared this very special place with his then little girl.

Now almost four, packing for our day trip was much less laborious. No stroller, no thermos full of warm milk, no toys, diapers or any such supplies. Just a camera, binoculars, and a big foam Tiger claw.

Dressed in our Oskee wee wee best, hand and hand without a care in the world, we walked over to the game early to enjoy the family day inflatable festivities at the adjoining Brian Timmins Stadium prior to the game.

“Look at that daddy” she admired, pointing over and beyond King George School at the stadium lights that shoot high above the rooftops.

“That’s where we are going, honey”, I smiled. If the anticipation of taking my girl hadn’t been enough, the excitement in her voice as we neared Ivor Wynne, had me grinning from ear to ear.

Before we left, my daughter had drawn a picture that she wanted to give to the ticket person at the football game. She handed it to the woman at the Will Call window, who with a big smile, expressed that ‘they don’t get many drawings’, and how ‘the walls could use some color’.

My daughter shyly smiled, but then started to cry; big sad tears and all. Apparently, daddy’s choice of footwear; purple Dora the Explorer Crocs, were not all that suitable for our 20 minute walk over to 75 Balsam Ave. She had a blister on her ankle from where the strap had rubbed up against her bare skin.

The very kind and sympathetic Will Call employees scrounged around in search of a band-aid, meanwhile a couple of sincere cheerleaders stopped to ask my daughter what was the matter. She stopped crying and looked up at the two girls standing over her with big, bright smiles. I imagined to her, they were like princesses which of course, are any girls favourite.

The game was still an hour-and-a-half from kick-off, and the Tiger-Cats organization had already turned a negative “I want to go home”, to a positive “I just met a princess” and “I have a new band-aid”.

TC (Tiger-Cat), one of two mascots (and our oldest), would be my daughters next positive impression at Ivor Wynne Stadium. Well, first was the balloon lady who made her a pretty flower, but as we rested in the grass amongst the inflatable carnival, she nervously watched on and up, as hoards of people surrounded her and TC, for some photo opportunities.

My daughter had been scared of both TC and our other mascot, Stripes, at her first ever game, and two years later, there was still a bit of an uneasy reserve as TC stood next to her. When he walked by her though and moved on to the next crowd of admirers, a giddy smile returned to her tear-filled face. Suddenly, forgetting her boo boo, she watched his every move as he wondered around the Brian Timmins grounds. For the rest of the day, she would continually ask me where the Tiger-Cats were. To her, the players on the field were just a bunch of men running around the field. TC and Stripes were the Tiger-Cats.

The injury kept my girl from enjoying the bouncy pre-game festivities, so we headed back into the stadium, found a bench under the bleachers, and enjoyed a hot dog before the game.

Carrying my wounded warrior, we headed up to our section 30 seats, and settled in with plenty of time to go before kick-off. Of course, the 5th largest outdoor video board in North America was the first thing that caught her eye.

“Daddy! Look at that.”

I took the camera out and the two of us spent the rest of the afternoon taking turns documenting our game day experiences.

There was so much for her curious eyes to take in as she looked around the stadium, first noticing the parachuter’s. She couldn’t understand why someone would willingly jump out of a plane, although she got a kick out of all the excitement as they made their way to centre field.

She admired the other planes from the Wartime Heritage Museum as well, never having seen an airplane fly so close to the ground except at an airport. Even I thought that was pretty cool.

The flag ceremony is impressive for adults and children alike, and my daughter loved seeing all those people holding onto the edges and gathered underneath the Canada flag that spanned the better part of the length and width of the field. It reminded her of a game her and her classmates played in her pre-school.

My shoeless babe had all but forgotten about her wound by this time, and was in awe of all the people and excitement surrounding her. The cheering, the music, and the Tiger roar. “Row!”, I always say to my girls at home. “Tiger-Cats.”

I am trying.

Just before half-time, we escaped downstairs for a bathroom break and some sight seeing. My daughter got quite a kick out of the many characters that make up the game day crowd, from funny wigs, a ‘big man’ on stilts, cheese heads, and of course, the now infamous (corn on the)‘Cobb’ heads inspired by our star running back, DeAndra’ Cobb.

“Look daddy. That man has cheese on his head.” I can only imagine what was going on in my little girls mind, as she took all of this in. When you really pause for a moment and look around, the football crowd is quite a motley crew.

“That’s silly”, she concluded with an equally as silly chuckle.

Later on in the game, I remembered that I had brought my binoculars and from that moment, the search was on for TC and Stripes. She knew where one or the other were pretty much the rest of the game.

“Look daddy! I found the Tiger-Cats.”

Besides her endless search for the striped mascots, another early game day impression had my daughter pointing to the Cheerleaders dancing on Tiger Vision and on the field, every time it was their turn to dance.

“Those are the girls you met before the game. Do you remember?

“Ya daddy”, she said with an exuberant smile.

Although the opening day return of the Tabbies wasn’t the outcome the home crowd had anticipated all winter long, Marcus Thigpen once again kept fans on the edge of their seats for the second week in a row, with a kick return to the house, and a second TD on offence. He has certainly become an early fan favourite this year.

We waited until most of the crowd exited, before making our way downstairs and back over to the inflatable carnival. After testing out a couple of ‘rides’, we grabbed a drink for the journey home.

It was nice being able to walk to the stadium together, and to enjoy rare moments between my big girl and I.

The day could have ended before it really began, but thanks to a certain Will Call lady and two very pretty and concerned cheerleaders who took a moment to comfort my little princess, it was a remarkable day for daddy and daughter.

Thank-you, Ticats.

One more cherished Ivor Wynne Stadium memory on what was another Beautiful Night(afternoon) for Football.

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Daugher’s view of the game

My eldest daughter on her first to IWS

The folowing, is a link to my latest article as published on ‘Raise the Hammer’ in response to the dilemna surrounding the proposed new Hamilton stadium site.

There are some great comments following my story from many others who are dissapointed that our beloved stadium wasn’t even considered in this whole 2015 Pan Am Games process.

Below, is a video that coincides with this story. This presentation exhibits what is special about the area surrounding the current stadium, and it’s high accessibility to downtown and multiple highways.

As well,  the video shows how we could utilize adjacent lands (if we must build a new stadium), to construct a new venue in the neighborhood that Ivor Wynne currently calls home.

Front and Back cover art.

To read the history behind this short story launch and to read the story, visit my other blog at http://www.abeautifulnightforfootball.com/blog/?p=360 or http://www.abnff.com/blog/?p=360.

Cheers,

There was something new in the air in Hamilton this year. Sniff. Sniff. Victory. Sniff. Sniff. Optimism. Sniff. Sniff. Hope.

It’s always nice to end the year off with a victory; espcially a championsip celebration, but Sunday’s Eastern Semi-Final in Hamilton,  was probably the next best thing.

Read my latest blog post on A Beautiful Night For Football dot com.

Overtime symbolized the New Hope that surrounded this organization all year long.

My first CFL related fan blog.

By Larry Thomas Pattison Jr
(Published in the Hamilton Spectator, June 26th, 2003)

A couple of weeks ago, we were celebrating the record breaking season of our Hamilton Bulldogs. Last Friday, we were welcoming home ‘our’ boys of summer.

It’s opening night. Something I looked forward to every summer. Sunny days, blue skies, looking out over Hamilton, and watching Canadian Football.

As I walk through the streets, within a km or two of Ivor Wynne Stadium, I come across hotdog vendors, the locals sitting on their porches with Ti-Cat paraphernalia everywhere. Signs that read ‘Parking $5.00′ held by 8 year old kids encouraging people to park on their front lawns.

Music is playing, people are talking about football. The streets are lined with fans carrying their Ti-Cat cushions, and waving banners, and wearing their favorite players jersey’s.

There are father’s and sons, grandfather’s and grandchildren, entire families, friends, and even people by themselves just looking to watch the game live instead of on their television – something I have done when everyone I know is busy and I want to catch the game. Nothing more relaxing than a sunny day, a nice high seat with a view of this great city, and our Cats out there playing their hearts out.

As you approach the stadium, you are welcomed by a Tailgate party, and busloads of crazy football fans making their way to cheer on their team – and the fun part is that it isn’t always our Cat’s. There is always the poor Eski’s fan, or dare I say ArGO fan.

People bussed in from not only the many local establishments who support our Cats, but even out-of-towners who love their team enough to support them on the road.

I take my seat amongst the large group of friends I am with. Hand shakes, how have you been, and wow that new turf looks great!

It’s the first day of summer. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, and thousands of awaiting fans are here to welcome home their cats. Sun glasses, sandals, Grey Cup Champion hats, and the smell of hotdogs wafting in the air. This was what summer in Hamilton was all about. CFL football and more importantly our Hamilton Tiger Cats.

As the game progresses, halftime and a few trips to the washroom later, I meet up with old friends who I haven’t seen probably since the end of last season. Then, as I do most games if am not already sitting with them, I run into two of my uncles. Two guys I have sat with at most of the games I have been to at Ivor Wynne. I am not sure why, but for some reason, they started to reminisce. Maybe it was because it seemed so far off since the last time we seen our Cat’s play.

I listen as my Uncles tell me stories about when they were kids, sitting right here in this very stadium – their many brothers, their father and grandfather, all watching a game as my generation had done so many times over the years.

My Uncle Ed talks about his recent trips to Ivor Wynne with his children and now his grandchildren – Doing as his grandfather did so many years ago. As he dreams of days gone by, I can picture some of the same visions he does. I remember my father, and uncles, and aunts, and cousins, and friends – sitting in these vary seats so many times each year, throughout my life.

Around Ivor Wynne this night, and each game for possibly the next 5 months, this kind of bonding will happen here – And not just our family, but so many families, friends, and old acquaintances of this passionate city. Some as I have, will even talk of the memories they have about the guys out there on that gridiron.

When it comes to Canadian Football, a quarter of the guys are from around your home teams province, and there is a good chance a handful are from your home town.

In Hamilton’s case, 4 of our guys are hometown boys. Jarrett Smith, Mark Verbeek, Rob Hitchcock, and Trevor Shaw. There are 7 guys from around Ontario, and 6 more from 4 other provinces. We even have an old rivalry within teammates as Jarrett Smith and Mark Verbeek were once Barton Barons, and Rob Hitchcock and Trev Shaw were both Glendale Bears. I know first hand that Jarrett, Mark, & Rob played against one another back in the day.

Actually, I played a couple years with Jarrett and Mark at Barton 14 years ago. I didn’t know Mark as well, but Jarrett I knew pretty well as we had gone to school together since grade 5. Jarrett hasn’t changed much and is still the same guy he was when I met him. He is a very dedicated, smart person who is great with people. One of the nicest guys you’ve ever met, and when you meet his father, you know where Jarrett’s good disposition comes from.

Jarrett’s dad Ken, coached us back in the Barons days and will always be remembered as one of the best coaches I had in all the years I have played sports. Actually, Ken is the only football coach I ever had as I had never played football until I went to high school.

My father is actually the one who encouraged me to join High School Ball. “I played at Glendale” he started, “and I really enjoyed it and met a lot of people. You should join.” I took his advice and the two years I played football, were some of the best memories I have of high school. I would have never joined if not for my fathers encouragement, and because of him, I am sitting here writing so passionately about football. There is something about the dedication, desire, and strength(both mental and physical) that goes into this game, that makes you appreciate it, if not absolutely love it.

Jarrett is 3rd all-time in special teams tackles with 79

Jarrett is one of my many local heroes – friends who I grew up with, or have become friends with along the way, living their dreams. I remember the dedication Jarrett put into football. It was his dream, and there he was out on the field each game, living it. Anybody who knew Jarrett back in high school, could see even then, that Jarrett was going to do well. His rushing title at Waterloo, and all that he has achieved as a Tiger Cat, have made all his former teammates and classmates proud.

This was why the CFL was so important to Canada. Not only are there 50 some role models on these teams, but some of them are from your own hometown.
Hamilton has some great ones.

This past January, I attended Jarrett’s stag and doe. It was kind of a Barton High school football reunion. Many of those guys I hadn’t seen since high school. The room was filled by a few generations of Jarrett’s teammates – one also being his present and former CFL teammates. I watched how he interacted with those guys, and there really wasn’t much different than those good old Barton days – It was a bunch of guys who loved football and worked hard at being the best they could be. Enjoying some time to be just friends. They say that you’ll never have friends like you did growing up. I say as long as you are part of a team, you will always make great friends.

Support our guys. They are our friends, family, and role models to our children. Without our support, our children may one day miss out on the opportunity to see their role models walk these streets everyday. I remember guys like Earl Winfield, and Grover Covington signing my jersey at the hockey arena I played at as a child. If we don’t show more support for this team, our children may not have guys like this to look up to.

When our players are ‘real’, our children’s dreams seem more obtainable. “He walks the streets like I do, went to the same school(s) as I did, and he lives in the same neighborhood as I do.”

When these guys are just a star, our kids dreams can seem as high, and therefore they are left reaching. When their inspirations are the trees in our front yards, all they need is the strength and encouragement to climb it, to reach the top.

It’s going to be a great summer. Enjoy it with friends. Enjoy it with family, and even enjoy it by yourself, but enjoy it at Ivor Wynne Stadium.

Tiger’s….eat ‘em raw.