I'm in the mood for a sappy sentimental piece. So Sunday being a 13 hour work day with no real break, I didn't make time to call my pop. With today's busy schedule I again didn't make a call. I didn't really celebrate Father's Day that well, so I'll make it up with a story. A story I know he'll hate but it means a lot to me. Back in my late middle school/early high school days, I was fascinated with a teacher. He encouraged me to think differently, was off beat, and was a big help in my push to being weird. Having never met someone like that, I talked about him all the time. Enough so that it got on my Dad's nerves. My mom said he was probably jealous as a dad who has to constantly hear how much cooler another male figure in my life was every night at dinner. And you know, that's fair. I'm still great friends with that teacher and his family. But I feel while I didn't quite appreciate my father in my early years, each day as I grow older, balder, and grumpier, I really begin to be thankful for everything he is. I couldn't have been happier to end up with the Santa dad. Hell, I've tried following in his footsteps. Not only in literally trying to be a santa (my time will come, I'm not worried), but in being badass. My dad is a ridiculous sharpshooter. From .22's to full hunting rifles, he's taken out his prey hundreds of yards away right between the eyes. For me, my idea of 'badass' is Jiu-Jitsu. I don't know if I'll ever achieve the equivalent of 'right between the eyes', but it's exciting to go out there and achieve something so difficult and fulfilling. My father never once cared for wrestling, but he's genuinely happy to hear my efforts on the mat. When shopping for a rash guard, I was hoping for a really cool one, maybe some nerdy super hero reference or whatever, but I saw this Christmas one on clearance, and it was done. I don't know if I'll ever compete in Jiu-Jitsu, I hope to, but I always fly the family colors. I admire my father and while I try to set my own path, being able to follow in his footsteps in my own weird way has been one of my absolute favorite parts of being an adult. Not a day goes by that I'm not grateful as hell to call him pop. (at Albuquerque, New Mexico)
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