My Dad

Today would have been my dad's 86th birthday. I can't picture him being that old.
He died when he was 61.
I owe him for passing his love of sports on to me.
Funny, my dad was very handy around the house. He could build shelves, a pool, concrete sidewalks, whatever. He could fix things and he enjoyed working in the yard.
Me? I got none of that from him. Sure my dad tried to teach me how to fix leaky faucets or build things from scratch. But I never paid much attention. Never had an interest. All I was ever interested in was sports. Obsessive about it I guess. Especially baseball.
It turned out well for me though. I still can't fix or build anything. But, I do have the satisfaction of having made my living working in sports. I was told by a teacher, way back when, that my love of sports will get me nowhere. Always love those teachers who try to crush a kid's dream.
Anyway, my dad always nurtured my love of sports and baseball. He didn't mind too much that I had no interest in being crafty or handy around the house. Although he did make me do yard work...which I also hated.
I wish my dad was still here. It would be nice to celebrate his 86th birthday.