As a lifelong, diehard Philadelphia Eagles fan, I recently almost made the biggest mistake of my life. I was born and raised in Philadelphia and used to enjoy going to Veterans Stadium with my dad, uncles and grandfather to watch our beloved Eagles play.
We never said season tickets or anything like that. It was usually only a game or two per season that we’d be able to attend, but each one is one of the fondest memories of my childhood. As I got older, the team went through its normal peaks and valleys, but the games my family and I were able to attend became few and far between.
Many things factored into this: increased ticket prices after the team moved to Lincoln Financial Field, busier lives, family/work obligations, etc. It had been about 15 years and two kids later since I had seen my favorite NFL football team play in person. But after the team drafted franchise quarterback Carson Wentz in 2016, and as soon as my son, who’s eight, started to gain an appreciation for football, I knew it was time for that to change.
So I got my hands on some tickets to this year’s home opener against the New York Giants. I could not wait to see a live game again myself, but I was even more excited to share the experience with my son. He was pumped and couldn’t stop talking about how Wentz was his favorite player the whole drive to the game.
I also wanted to show him how Eagles fans truly tailgated, just as my father did for me when I was his age. So when we got down there were immediately started grilling up some food, drinking sodas and tossing a football around—joining random E-A-G-L-E-S chants along the way.
But that’s when I almost really screwed up. My son and I had to walk away from our vehicle and tailgate area for a bit to go use the restroom. When we returned, only about an hour before kickoff, I realized I had locked the keys in the car, along with our tickets to the game.
I started to panic as I thought about how I had possibly ruined my son’s first experience at an Eagles game. But before my son could even get upset, I remembered that I have the number for South Philadelphia Locksmith in my phone.
I called and a locksmith in Philadelphia, Pa. was there in less than 15 minutes! The technician was extremely polite and very quick at his job. He not only got us our keys and our tickets, he saved our Sunday! How’s that for some brotherly love?