You know, the basics.  Be nice, treat women nicely, work hard, work before play.  And others that didn't hit me till later, like what is going on every day in our lives now.  The Cavs and the Indians have me thinking a lot about him lately.   In short, my dad gave me the love of sports.  And that's an accurate sentence.  LOVE the SPORT.  Not in the winning and losing, but in the passion and the reflection sport can give us -  to life.   He flat out told me to "practice your passion."  And even though he never heard me say one word on the radio ever....I have done so in my professional life all these years.  Practiced my passion.

He once said I should learn to play golf.  He was a scratch player (par), I am not. So he taught me how to play, and how to understand the game.  He said I should learn it, as it is about the only game you can play your whole life long.  He was right, been playing my whole life and there's no end in sight for me.  I love the game, and if you love something, you respect it, and treat it right.  I play golf because of the game, and relationships the game forges and not my scores.  There are good scoring days and not good scoring days.  But I am always on the course with my best friends on earth.   Everyone should be so lucky.

The Tribe and the Cavs have me thinking now too.  I have been fans of them my entire life.  My dad was too as he took me to games all the time. The Tribe Opening Day as an annual. And we went to many, many Cavs games, especially during the Miracle Year at the Coliseum!  We always went for the fun that we could get from that day and that game.  It wasn't about winning and losing, it was simpler than that.  It was about going   -  to the game.  And now that both of our favorite teams are having great runs, I am glad I have been a fan all these decades.  The Cavs are poised to make another long run that continues tonight, he would love this.

But what he would really love, is that I still go to the games for all the same reasons we did during the down years.  That I go, buy a beer, a dog, and simply enjoy a day at the ball yard.  For no other reason that it was a fun thing to do.

Dad was right.

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