My dad, Ron Kyser, was a rugby man. For him, it was more than a sport, it was his community and a way of life. He was rough and tough and my mom has always said becoming a father changed him.
I remember my first Columbus Crew game. I played for a small recreational team in Parkersburg, WV, and our coach arranged for us to travel to Ohio Stadium to watch the Columbus Crew play the New York/New Jersey Metro Stars.
Editor’s note: Welcome to another addition of “Massive Memoirs.” Recently, we asked for help from our Spanish speaking community for this next piece. The response from fans was overwhelming, but we were led to Janelle Henderson and her husband Jorge.
This love letter to the “Yellow Soccer Team” is written in Spanish and followed by an English translation.
One thing is for certain, love for the Columbus Crew knows no bounds.
Editor’s note: Welcome to a new feature on the #SaveTheCrew website, we’re calling this Massive Memoirs.
The fans are critical to the success of this movement and we will spotlight stories from the people that make up the Columbus Crew SC as we try to answer “What do the Crew mean to you?”