Sunday, June 19, 2011

My father.

My dad taught me to throw a football. He taught me how to shoot a bow and arrow. He taught me how to drive. He taught me that getting drunk on champagne or red label Budweiser is a one-way ticket to a brutal hangover. He taught me about the four corners offense and how Dean Smith designed the system. He taught me to respect my mother and that because I respect my mother, I should respect all women. He taught me that words have meaning and I should choose them carefully. He taught me that the “00” in James Bond’s agent number meant he had a license to kill. He taught me how to bait a hook. He taught me how to warn approaching cars of a speed trap. He taught me that boys pee standing up. He taught me that it is best to take two steps off of first to get ready for a steal and it’s foolish not to use them. He taught me that family comes before anyone else. He taught me that Fredo was weak and stupid.
As a boy, he taught me that he was my father, not my friend.

He’s both now.


andrew said...

I ran across this by accident but am so glad I did. It is my hope that every member of our family read's this..if I may use the word "beautiful and moving" in the present of a male this would be my feelings.I was so moved be the words and couldn't help but feel the present of your Mother as she would be so very PROUD of you. I was just speaking of her last Wednesday. I only wish as a Mother could have such wonderful words written of me. Davy must have been so PROUD as he read this, I was!!! Thank you
Aunt Andy

Zach & Sharon Standridge said...

Daddy really isn't the blog reading type. I don't think he has seen it.