For the past month, my Wife has been asking what I want for Christmas, and each time she asks, I politely reply –
“Nothing. I have everything I need in my life. We have our children and our health. What more could I possibly need or want?”
What else is a grown man supposed to say when the things you truly value most in your life are family and health?
Contrary to that sentiment, there is a 13-year-old boy deep within me who only yearns for the success of his beloved football team year after year.
To put some things in context, my first memories of anything having to do with sports are in relation to the Miami Dolphins, and the only other person who I’ve ever considered to be a childhood hero next to my Father is Dan Marino.
My passion for this team runs deep, and it’s never faded despite having to cope year after year with disappointment and expectations that continuously fall short.
Talk about being in a bad relationship.
So, if I would answer truthfully to what I really want for Christmas, I would reply –
“I want the Miami Dolphins to win the Super Bowl before I die.”
Since this isn’t feasible for anyone to deliver other than those directly involved with the Franchise, each passing year, I start to question more and more if this a reality that we’ve been dealt as a fan base for all of us that weren’t around in 1972 or 1973 or if the satisfaction of achieving it one day will make the wait worth it.
Is this what it felt like all those years for the Boston Red Sox and the Chicago Cubs?
What’s on the other side of that? Are we ever going to know? I’m not losing faith, but doubt is closing in.
A little piece of that optimistic 13-year-old deep within me fades more and more by the game, and Sunday’s loss against Houston was about as picturesque as it gets in trying to illustrate what that feels like.
So, someone, anyone, please tell Santa that we’ve been good and all we want for Christmas is the Lombardi Trophy at some point in our lifetime.
We’re not even asking for it to be this year. We know it’s late in the season, and there probably isn’t time, but please keep us in mind for next Christmas.
Truly great writing, Dude!!! Keep it coming, even after Christmas. No doubt that many of the Dolphins will be receiving bags of charcoal from Santa!!!
Born in 1967 so y first real memory was the Sea of Hands game where Fins lost to Raiders in 74. Always thought we would win another in my lifetime, but each passing year and total team dysfunction leads me to believe otherwise.
Born in 1967 as well didn’t start watching until I was about 10. Feel in love with the Dolphins but never got to see them win a SB which is crazy. Lucky enough to see two SB won I did see Two Appearances. And those were pain full because we were SOOOO Close. First in 1982 when Riggins broke free on 4th down, but before that we would have been in great shape but Joe Thiesman slapped a battled ball out of one of our DE lineman’s hands as he was in Washington’s end zone. Ugh. Then in 1984 when Marino was all world but we ran into a 49ers team that had the number 2 offense and Number one D. Probably there best team of all their SB teams. So I hear you bro, on the Christmas wish list we are due and paid our dues just please let us see one in our lifetimes. Hell my kids never even seen a playoff win. Sigh. But Altas the Dolphins have our hearts and thus make us cry. How bout some tears of Joy for a chance someday Santa? Go Fins!
Correction. *Fell in love with the Dolphins, and * I was NOT lucky enough to see the 2 SB won.
All I want for Christmas is for Ross to grow a pair of Superman Brass Balls and say enough is is enough! Grier you’re Fired! McDaniel, you’re FIRED! Tua, cash out your receipts, you’re Fired! Bc the couch sitn potato chip eatin fans were right bout you. You’re hereby Waived n Fired!
That would be my Christmas Miracle!! But I know it’ll never happen bc Ross is the world’s biggest pu-cee. #FIRECHRISGRIER