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.