My Dad on the Sideline
As Father’s Day weekend approaches, I have many memories of my dad, but one always comes to the forefront. It’s when I was a senior in high school. Growing up I was a good-but-not-great athlete. I loved playing any sport but early on baseball became my passion. I started organized ball at age 8 and played through high school. At about 12 I started playing football and actually was pretty good. As quarterback, I was MVP of my youth teams and the clippings from the local paper made me think pretty highly of myself. As I entered high school there was talk of my ascension to starting quarterback of the varsity squad, but a funny thing happened on the way from sophomore year to junior year. I stopped growing! My height became a liability and my arm strength hadn’t developed. Entering my junior year, others soared past me and I was relegated to the role of backup. So that year, after the agony of summer football camp, I chose to bypass...