A Delayed Father's Day Celebration

Father’s Day is usually a day spent at the golf course, but yesterday was a little different. My dad and sister played in the Father/Child tournament at the golf course while I was at work. I used to play in the tournament, but I find it stressful and hate the format. It started to ruin a good day. We decided to just play a relaxed round instead a few years back, and that is much better. My dad worked the night shift Saturday night and played in the tournament, so after I was done with work, we got lunch at the golf course and went home to watch the US Open. He was exhausted but still made the effort to hang out with me, as he always does. I was pretty upset about the outcome of the US Open and was super tired, so I felt bad about being grumpy. I wanted to make it up, so I did what I needed to do: change Father’s Day to the next day. Making Father’s Day a day later was a stroke of genius. I didn’t tell my sisters about my plan, so I got to spend the whole Father’s Day with my dad. Brilliant, I know! It wasn’t any special kind of celebration. To be honest, it was probably disappointing to my dad, but I had a great time. We played a scramble, and we both hit two balls. It was fun and relaxing. It’s weird to call walking, swinging out of your socks, and sweating eight gallons of fluids relaxing, but it was. I love playing golf, but it’s not really about the actual playing. It’s about the conversations. I asked my dad what his favorite memory of being a father was. Of course, he told me I’ve asked him this plenty of times before. He went on to say that there are too many with each of his kids, and he couldn’t pick. With many people, I’d think that is a bullshit answer. You have to have a favorite something, but with my dad, I believe it. He just enjoys living. He enjoys being a dad. I always thought he would be cool to make a living doing something you love. I think my dad would make a fucking killing if he could be a professional dad. He would only be out earned by my mom as a professional mom. I started listing potential answers to try and sawyhim to say a memory with me, and he stuck to his guns. He has too many to count with all of his children. After this conversation, a few holes later, he asked me what my favorite childhood memory was. I got why he couldn’t pick. There actually are too many to choose from. I had a great childhood. My parents did a great job making my childhood memorable. I have so many stories and memories to pass on, but I tried to narrow it down. I told him that I’m a bit of a pussy, and I almost cry every time I think of our second day playing St. Andrews. It was just a very meaningful last hurrah before I left for college, and everything worked out so perfectly. Many of my favorite memories are on the golf course, but one of them wasn’t too long ago. I wrote a post about it in November, but my mom and I went on a trip to Los Angeles to see Tyler, The Creator. It really isn’t my mom’s kind of music, but she went and had a great time. It really meant a lot for her to show interest in something I love.I’m still in my childhood; I don’t care what my age says, and I plan on making plenty more memories with my family. When someone asks Tom Brady what his favorite Super Bowl ring is, he always says, “the next one!” So maybe my favorite memory might be the next one. Happy belated Father’s Day, everyone! Hopefully, you were a better child and didn’t move the holiday like I did. Happy Monday!