What's up guys,

When I opened covers.com this morning and started looking back on World Series from years past, and then looking at major sports experiences from my life, either as a player or fan.  I've noticed posts around here mentioning sons bonding with their dads over sports.  Has this happened to you?

Personally, I was jealous of the kids who had Dad/Coaches.  My dad, a European refugee, was more interested in crushing Heinekens on weekends and I'd be lucky if he even came out when it was my turn in the starting rotation.  I went to a perennial powerhouse and played baseball in high school.  I played for the winningest coach in state history who died before my senior year.  I prepared for state championships, D1 college offers, and who knows what else.  Instead, my coach passed, I had surgery on my arm, never pitched an inning, and watched my team faceplant in the state championship game.  Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing (other than getting coach back for one last run).  The lessons of camaraderie, teamwork, and dealing with life I learned with my teammates helped me way more in life than the lessons in class.  I was even able to explain the concept of "changing speeds" to my dad around some beers as I visited him recently for spring training.  We've both come a long way. 

What did sports teach you about life? Did you bond over sports? Did you learn more from your success or your failures?

Thanks for sharing guys, CappingAlpha 

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