Happy Father's Day: I Am One, but Grew Up Without One. I Had a Role Model.

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Happy Father's Day: I Am One, but Grew Up Without One. I Had a Role Model.
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Mr. Tiger

His name was Al Kaline.  My memories of my father are not good ones.  They are violent ones.  Mom was a wonderful woman beloved by all. 

But that's another story; this is a sports site. 

My role model, as a kid growing up in the 1950s-1960s in Detroit (great music!) was Al Kaline.  He was a bit young to be a Dad model, but I needed somebody as a role model, and he was the best. 

I met him once in the '80s and tried to tell him what he meant to me, but I think I basically reminded him of his age, and he was a bit abrupt.

Doesn't matter.  He never let me down.  Mom was my Dad, but Al Kaline was my hero.  And I picked that hero well.

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