I t wasn’t until we were driving home from school on Monday afternoon that I remembered our subscription to Sports Illustrated. It has been one of the more unexpected detours in my parenting adventure, watching my sons evolve into sports fans. Aside from the requisite time spent as a fan of my own university’s football team, a period marked by attendance at games that were reliably loud and occasionally downright rowdy (I was once lifted up and out of my stadium seat to safety by a larger and sturdier friend when two drunken boneheads began fighting with each other over my head), I have never followed a single franchise in any sport. The same cannot be said for my boys. At ages 10 and…