My dad is a pretty humble guy. What’s funny about inheriting his sporting abilities is that I also inherited my mom’s competitive nature. It really makes me kind of a supernova of sorts, not content with just an 8-ball team championship or a putt putt title. I blogged about representing everyone living with HIV when I compete but, in my own way, I also honor my parents every time I crush an adversary.
Honestly, I’ve been very lucky in the parent department. I love my parents more than I can express here in words. They’ve fought for me, taught me how to treat others with respect and never settled for any toolish behavior on my part. I am who I am today because of all those lessons.
So, Happy Father’s Day to all the cool dads out there, including mine. I love ya, Dad.