A man comes in, sidles up in the space next to me and orders a drink. Late 50’s maybe.
Wearing a Steelers shirt. Asks if they can turn one of the TVs to the game but he wasn’t really watching.
1/
Made jokes with the guy on his left and with me on his right.
He seemed like one of those affable guys who isn’t going to let you dive into your phone for longer than a few minutes at a time.
Introduced himself to me and the dude on his other side.
2/
We got to talking. He polished off a shot and a beer. Then he backed both of us up for another round.
3/
I worked in marketing. He was a cop and ran juvi programs.
His kids have kids. My son is twelve.
Other Dude wanted no part of the convo so it was just the two of us talking. Me and Mr. Steelers.
4/
Bought back his old house post-divorce to be near his kids.
Lived in the basement for six months while his wife and her new husband lived upstairs.
5/
But he was a little glassy eyed and not from the drinks.
And so we did what men in bars do. Half-watched and talked.
6/
Spent the day going through boxes. Pulling out ornaments. Thumbing through pictures of Christmases past.
It had been a day of joyful ache. I get all that.
7/
And we talked about the bigger picture.
No one ever talks about your house at your funeral. No one remembers your cars.
8/
There was nothing remotely similar about our career paths. But below that, we were pretty damn similar.
His father was an accountant. Mine a lawyer. We both rejected all that.
9/
The ex-cop and the guy who worked in marketing.
If we had nowhere to go and all night to get there, there would have been shots until we were telling drunken stories of our kids.
10/
And then his company arrived.
It was his son. A fireman. Works here in town.
Couldn’t make it to decorate today because he was working.
11/
And then things got a bit quiet.
The guy who had clearly wanted the company and wanted the conversation got quiet.
12/
They chatted a little bit. Small talk.
And then I realized the son had on a Steelers hat to match his dad’s Steelers shirt.
13/
...it wasn’t ever about the game.
This is there thing.
To the son, it’s just meeting his dad as always at the place they meet up.
It’s... regular.
14/
The father said very little while they were next to me and all I could think was “I wonder if he knows how much his father loves him.”
15/
I hope, for his sake, he does though.
That’s a dad who loves his kids; soaks up their company; misses them when they’re gone; and probably says little of all that.
16/
It was never about the Steelers though. It was about the “together” more than the “watching”.
17/
I wonder if his son knows.
I hope he does.
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