07-01-2021, 10:54 AM
Very sorry for your loss, Weezy. Sounds like you and your dad have lots of great memories. I am sure your dad was just so happy to spend time with you at games. My dad isn't one to collect things at all, but he raised me (right) on the Big Red Machine and the Bengals. My son, who played both football and baseball, could care less about the professional (and college for that matter) teams. Never watches the games. It has always just been what I do with my dad.
Reading your post brought some memories of Reds and Bengals with my dad over the years. As a little kid (I would have been 7-8 years old), I remember my dad came and got my sister and me out of bed (we had only been in bed a short while) because Johnny Bench was up and it was the playoffs. He hit a home run, and we cheered and yelled and it was hard to fall back asleep.
Some of the memories are just "glad he was there", like after Palmer's knee was shredded. The stadium went from adulation to silence when we saw Palmer writhing on the ground. After about 5 seconds of silence, a steeler fan stood up about two rows in front of me and started yelling WOOOOOOO! And, of course, waving his yellow tampon. I snapped. I got up, took two steps toward him, and my dad grabbed me with both hands (he is a VERY strong dude) and pulled me back to my chair. He said: "Where do you think you are going?" and in those few seconds, sanity reigned and I said "I don't know" and stayed seated. I honestly think I would have thrown that guy off that level.
Regardless, as you clearly do as well, I just consider myself blessed for having a dad that loved me, provided for our family, and is a part of my life. I hope you have a place to display some of your dad's collection and it always making you have good memories.
Thoughts and prayers, my friend.
Reading your post brought some memories of Reds and Bengals with my dad over the years. As a little kid (I would have been 7-8 years old), I remember my dad came and got my sister and me out of bed (we had only been in bed a short while) because Johnny Bench was up and it was the playoffs. He hit a home run, and we cheered and yelled and it was hard to fall back asleep.
Some of the memories are just "glad he was there", like after Palmer's knee was shredded. The stadium went from adulation to silence when we saw Palmer writhing on the ground. After about 5 seconds of silence, a steeler fan stood up about two rows in front of me and started yelling WOOOOOOO! And, of course, waving his yellow tampon. I snapped. I got up, took two steps toward him, and my dad grabbed me with both hands (he is a VERY strong dude) and pulled me back to my chair. He said: "Where do you think you are going?" and in those few seconds, sanity reigned and I said "I don't know" and stayed seated. I honestly think I would have thrown that guy off that level.
Regardless, as you clearly do as well, I just consider myself blessed for having a dad that loved me, provided for our family, and is a part of my life. I hope you have a place to display some of your dad's collection and it always making you have good memories.
Thoughts and prayers, my friend.
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