My Dad coached my junior high basketball team. I sucked. Somehow he missed the memo. So I played even when I was deathly ill with the stomach flu and puking up my guts at half-time.
Today my Dad asked me when I was going to be posting again. Not really asked – demanded. My dad hasn’t been this into my activities since I was riding the bench and being called “hacker”.
I assured him that I had a ton to post – if I could only find all the post-its and napkins and ticket stubs with the scribble I or may not be able to read.
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