My adoration of Football was a birthright that I was compelled to respect.
In 1964, my father, the most honorable man anyone will ever meet, decided to escape the blossoming tyranny of Fidel Castros regime. Walter, my father, on a sultry July 3rd night decided to embark on a makeshift raft with a lawn mower engine as a propeller, and risk his life to escape tyranny! The courage he displayed will forever be a beacon of my thoughts. My father landed on US soil on the fourth of July, and one year later in 1965 he was drafted into the Army to serve in Vietnam! blah blah blah, certain aspects of the story must be redacted. Ultimately my father Walter Suarez was honorably discharged in 1966. Walter Suarez was a war veteran before he even knew what it was to be American. Luckily his good friend from Cuba Bisente took it upon himself to introduce my father to the Miami Dolphins, who’s inaugural season coincided with my fathers discharge. My father experienced the kinship of American unity while cheering for the Dolphins. Imagine an immigrant/veteran, experiencin...