My dad retired from the military, went to night school, and did odd construction jobs, but the thing I remember most was his job as a warehouse manager for a sporting goods store. Every six months I sported the latest Nike sneakers, had new swimsuits in the summer, and shiny tennis rackets when I started tennis lessons. For the three years that I played girls’ softball, my dad would practice playing catch with me. I appreciated his involvement.
Because my dad had the opportunity to meet coaches from the local universities, we went to a lot of college basketball games. It’s a wonder I’m not deaf from all the shrill, two-fingered, ear-splitting whistling that he did.
As an adult, I discovered through some of my dad’s old high school information that he’d wanted to be a sportswriter. At that point, I’d been writing for a while, and was thrilled to know that we shared another common interest. I asked him why he never pursued it. He merely shrugged as if it was no big deal, and said, “Oh, I don’t know.” He’s lived a full life even if some of his dreams weren’t realized. I’m still his biggest fan.
the sound of spring in daydreams –
catch a memory.
dVerse – Bjorn is hosting Haibun Monday where he asks us to write about sport. I went a little over the usual required one paragraph (sorry!) which doesn’t happen often but this took me way back and I have lots of fond memories of sports and time spent with my dad.