Thank you, Dad. For giving me the athletic genetics that offset hemophilia, thus giving me the ability to crush my opponents.  Here’s a pic of my father in the 1970’s, doing damage on the bowling lanes.

dadbowling.jpgMy 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.

Positively Yours,

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