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Happy Father`s Day!

Today is Fathers Day and since I am in Paris and uncapable of using the telephone to call my Dad, I am going to blog about my Dad today.

I have compiled a list of my favorite Dad Moments. So, in no particular order:

1. Playing Basketball: When I was in the 6th grade I tried out for my first basketball team. I was really nervous because it was my first time trying out for anything. I ended up not making the Parsons Junior high 6th Grade Basketball Team and I was devestated. I cried and cried and cried because all my friends had made it and I didn`t. However, my Dad didn`t let my give up. I remember him taking me outside in our little cement court and teaching all the moves he knew, You know; the ones that he used to throw during his days at SHS. The next year I tried out again for the Parsons Junior High 7th Grade Basketball Team and totally made it. Although I didn`t play much, my Dad still took me outside to help me with my shooting or dribbling. This continued all through junior high and high school. He would even take me outside after games when we got home; Me still in my uniform, outside going over what I could improve on. I can`t remember a game where my Dad wasn` there either. Home or away, he was there cheering me on. He will still talk about this one game my senior year where I made the winning shot, you know, just bring it up over dinner or something. It`s so funny.

2. Winter Formal: Winter Formal was this dance that the sophomores were in charge of putting on at my high school. I was in student council so I had to plan it, and help set up for the main event. I wasn`t going to actually go to the dance since I didn`t have a date , but my friends talked me into going since some of them didnt have dates either. So I bought this cute little outfit: a silver skirt and sparkly purple tank top. I got all ready for this dance and when I got there all my friends were dancing with boys and I was all alone. I didnt dare actually try and socialize, so I went in the bathroom and cried. I borrowed someones cellphone and called my Dad to pick me up. So he drove over in our green van and picked me up from the gym, all red and teary. He probably doesnt remember this story at all but I just remember him listening to me cry and then when we got home coming in my room and asking me what happened. My dad never really talks a lot during situations like that, he just listens, and sometimes thats all you need, is just someone there to listen.

3. Giants vs. A`s: In my family we like ball games: mostly basketball and baseball. But we are and forever will be Giants fans. We were lucky enough growing up, to be able to go to quite a few games in San Francisco which were always a treat. We`d sit there and eat hot dogs, garlic fries and ice cream and watch our favorite team win or lose (depending on the year). The summer after my sophomore year in college, I came home to do an internship with ESPN radio. One of the perks was that I got a press pass to go to any of the Giants games. So me and my Dad drove down to San Fran one day and I took to the Giants-A`s game. We got to eat in the press lounge before the game, sit in the press box, right behind home plate and kick it there right along side all the writers for the Chronicle and whatnot. It was pretty cool. My Dad loved it. He thought it was the coolest thing and I was so happy to see him enjoying that game so much. We had a lot of fun.

So there, those are just a few of the many favorite memories I have of my dad.

So, Dad if you are reading this, thanks for being such a great father. I really cant put into words how grateful I am to be blessed with a Father who loves me and sacrifices so much for me. Thanks for coming to all my games, for giving me lunch money everyday, for following me to the Beacon when I needed gas, and calling to tell me you made another deposit. You really are the best Dad a girl could ask for. I love you!!! Happy Fathers Day!

And happy fathers day to all the fathers who may come across this stupid little blog as well.

p.s. Paris is amazing.