Zane isn’t a huge Steeler fan. Sure he’ll hang out in a room of people at a party to watch a Steeler game, and he might even dress in yellow and gold for the event. But, for the most part, he’s “not a sports kid”.
Those are his words.
So, it was quite a surprise to hear him asking for a new Steeler shirt, or Steeler socks, (yes, socks), after the AFC championships last week.
The week before, while the Steelers beat the Ravens, Zane won a “Stillers” can cozy in one of the raffles during a game-viewing party with our church. That night, in the spirit of the event, he also donned black and yellow beads, compliments of my friend Amy. He was pleased enough with having these items.
For this week’s game, he barely squeezed his 6 year old body into a fleece he was sent to him from Four Mile back in 2008 when we were still living in Chicago but preparing to become Pittsburgher’s.
Pretty pathetic for Steeler gear. I promised him we’d hit the $1 store to get some more Steeler-wear for him before the Superbowl. I knew that would appease him. It’s not like he needs a jersey or anything. You know me – waste not.
Wednesday night I sent George and Zane out to pick up some soup for me and Harper, as we were down with a nasty with a virus. They came back with the miso. And an extra surprise.
Zane returned wearing a brand-spankin’ new official Steeler AFC championship long-sleeve tee which could NOT be mistaken for the dollar store variety. My eyes bugged out of my sick head as I gave George the stare down.
“Trust me,” he said, “I’ll tell you the story later.”
“How much was it?”
“$20. I’ll tell you later.”
For a kid who could care less??????????? Really? Talk about questioning his judgement. So he wanted to have a father/son sports moment. I get that. But couldn’t he do it for less? I mean, really, Zane would have been pleased with SOCKS! Cheap SOCKS.
Turns out, while waiting for the soup order, George and Zane hopped over to our local Steeler’s store to look around. They were in the store maybe 5 minutes when Zane came over to George carrying a mini goal-post in his hand.
“Daddy. This broke.”
George walked the piece back over to a replica of Heinz Field. A replica with a broken goal-post.
I think he may have cursed in his head. Which is a big deal for him.
“Did you break this?”
“I really don’t know.”
“Zane, did you break this off?”
“I just touched it. I don’t know if it was already broken.”
George carried the model to the counter and explained that he hadn’t witnessed Zane break the piece off the stadium. He honestly wasn’t sure if he had actually done so, or if it had been snapped earlier. Regardless, he was very apologetic. He realized he could be asked to pay for the replica which was much more then the $20.
There was silence. And uncomfortable silence.
George broke it with, “So, do you have any new Steelers shirts in kids sizes?”
Out from the stock room, for they hadn’t even been unpacked and hung on racks yet, came the newest addition to Zane’s wardrobe, which he proudly wore to school the next day.
Well played, George.
I’m the Chief Household-Budget Officer. And I approve this purchase.