It’s Father’s Day Eve, and in preparation for the holiday tomorrow, I thought I’d make sure that your brains were running at full capacity. Does anyone need a jump start?
I’ve got 1000 volts of Deep Thoughts here, and all you need to do is open your mind and let the energy flow.
Let’s talk about Dear Old Dad. None of us would be here today if it weren’t for him. He added that special ingredient that gave you life, so he’s pretty much the whole reason you’re here and able to read this post.
But to get away from scary, perhaps therapy necessitating images, love him or leave him, there’s a bit of Dad in all of us. Do you ever catch yourself doing or saying something and realizing it’s exactly what your Father would have done?
To be honest, I wish I were more like my Dad. He was the kindest, sweetest, most easygoing person I’ve ever met. I’m way too tense and grumpy. He never seemed to let anything bother him, yet I appear to exist in a state of perpetual feather ruffling.
I did get my sense of humor from Dad. Of course, I’ve refined it a bit over the years and adapted it to my writing style, but he was a funny guy. I know it’s completely dorky to giggle at this now, but my Dad always had stomach issues and passed gas a lot as a result. He would ALWAYS blame it on the cat, though, if we heard him break wind.
I am literally crying because I’m laughing so hard right now at the memory of that.
My Dad always encouraged me to write. Even though I was great with numbers, he didn’t encourage me to follow him into a career at the bank. I don’t think he always got my writing, but he’d read it and offer a supportive review.
He probably wouldn’t get the humor of this blog, but I know that if he were alive today, he’d read every post. That was my Dad.
I know my love for the Yankees and The Fighting Irish of Notre Dame was something I inherited from Big Austin. As I watched ARod homer last night for his 3,000th hit, I wondered what Dad would’ve thought of the achievement, given his past PED use.
Dad probably would’ve pointed out that Mickey Mantle and Joe DiMaggio never needed steroids to post the numbers they did. I loved hearing his stories about the Yankee greats he grew up watching. I remember going to my first ever game at Yankee Stadium with him. The Yankees played the White Sox that day.
That’s my Dad. Still miss him every day.
I think I might’ve jump started my tear ducts in addition to my brain on that one, Modern Philosophers…