Sean Imoo is 11 years old and in grade 6. He enjoys listening to the latest music, playing guitar and piano, playing hockey and other sports, and whipping his Dad in NHL 13. Sean is passionate about his favourite team – the Vancouver Canucks. He is likely the biggest Canuck fan in his school and he is always learning more and more about the Canucks every day. Here are his insights as to what it’s like being related to a certain CHB writer.
As you may know, my dad (@CanuckClay) is a season ticket holder with his good friend Mike. This is my dad’s 3rd season as a season ticket holder while Mike has been lucky to have them for over 10 years. I am very lucky that Dad is a season ticket holder because I can go to games with him for some good “father and son” bonding. Sadly, I can’t get to all of the games as much as I want to. This gets very interesting sometimes so here is the good, the bad, and the interesting of having a dad as a season ticket holder.
First, the good. Like I mentioned before, my dad and I love to go to games together. We cheer, we boo, we eat, we drink, and we just talk Canucks. I am very lucky to have been to a couple very memorable moments. I was able to see Markus Naslund’s jersey retired, and I saw the Canucks clinch the President’s Trophy 2 years ago.
Being able to go to games forces me to plan and do homework earlier. However, it wasn’t always this way. When I first started going to games, I found myself doing homework during intermissions. I remember bringing my math textbook to study for a math test the next day. Doing homework at a game is still better than doing homework looking at a TV – or worse yet – in my bedroom.
The downside to this is that the games are mostly on school nights, so by the time the game is over, we usually get home after 11pm (we like to enjoy a delicious post-game meal of Japanese food). Oh well, going to games is worth losing 60 minutes of sleep.
Also, my dad’s tickets are in the upper bowl. So, for a lot of the games I go to, there are people that get extremely drunk and swear like crazy. Not the best environment for an 11-year old kid that goes to a Catholic school. I’ve even seen many people kicked out of the arena. It’s kinda funny, actually.
I’m not the only person in the house that wants to go to games though. I’m okay when my dad goes to games with Mike or other friends, but when it comes to family, it’s not pretty. The most common fight is between me and my mother. When my dad asks who wants to go to a game, we both say that it’s our turn (sometimes I lie). Then…we start to argue.
I say, “I bet you can’t even name 5 players!” or “Explain to me a delayed offside!”
And she replies with, “Whose house do you live in?” or “Who pays for the tickets?”
She’s stopped short of kicking me out or telling me to get a job.
After these friendly discussions, no one knows who is going to get to go. That’s when I go into suck up mode.
PS. Would someone please volunteer to film my dad’s Clay’s Canucks Commentaries? It’s getting to me…look at the format of this blog! You must be able to work late nights and handle verbal heckling. I can’t take it anymore.