A Dedication to the Man Who Taught Me How to Love Sports: My Father

Adam Dietz@dietztrainCorrespondent IJune 19, 2011

WEST BROMWICH, ENGLAND - APRIL 30: A father and his son supporters of West Brom look on during the Barclays Premier League match between West Bromwich Albion and Aston Villa at The Hawthorns on April 30, 2011 in West Bromwich, England.  (Photo by Michael Steele/Getty Images)
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Today, children across the country will show their appreciation to the man who taught them how to change and tire and toss a pigskin.

Whether it be a nice sit-down meal at a fancy restaurant, a barbecue, or a picnic among friends and family there is certain to be great food in high commodities. This Fathers day I am particularly nostalgic and appreciative of my father, as it is the time I have spent the day away from my Dad in our history together.

I want to thank my father for helping to make me the man I am today.  It sounds cliche but in all reality we take the best (and worst parts) of our parents and they become parts of of personality, whether we like it or not. Our interests and hobbies growing up are heavily influenced by what our parents do, as we are often not able to make decisions for ourselves and are not quite daring enough to be different. I still find myself telling people that I dislike mayonnaise and mustard even though I have never tried them, at a young age I convinced myself that since my old man didn't enjoy these condiments that I would not either.

More important than dislike of specific sandwich toppings is the passion for sports he has passed on to me.

I grew up looking at my dad's baseball card collections and hoped someday, I too would be able to accrue a similar collection. Summer days were spent playing catch in the yard and nights spent watching the Tigers. It was he who signed me up for my first pee-wee baseball league and who told me that it was alright if I wanted to quit my youth soccer because I didn't really enjoy it.

His laissez-faire attitude towards sports and competition has been a blessing. He was always supportive, but never forceful and that only added to my love and appreciation for sports.

When it comes time for me to start a family and when/if I have a son, I will try to raise him the same way my dad raised me.

He made me love sports, not because he forced them on me and said I had too, but he gave me the option of loving them. I'm sure he would have been perfectly content if I had decided to spend my time following the World Wrestling Federation or playing the trombone, maybe not pleased, but he would have accepted it willingly.

I dedicate this post to my dad. Although he is thousands of miles away in body, his ideals and attributes are always in my mind and can be seen each time I look in the mirror or utter a single phrase.

Thanks for everything Dad