Currently, I’m up by one in the annual father/son fishing derby we hold every year. Right now, I have bragging rights, but I know it won’t last long.

 

Currently, I’m up by one in the annual father/son fishing derby we hold every year. Right now, I have bragging rights, but I know it won’t last long.

This is probably one of the best ways for me and my dad to keep in touch on a regular basis, but now that Lance Armstrong is back in hot seat I’m sure that will give us both a lot of good laughs in future phone conversations.

I love (and hate) when I see my dad’s number come up on my so-called smartphone. I know before he talks that he just had a good night of fishing, or (I’m hoping) a bad night.

Happy Father’s Day to all of you fine dads that are showing your sons and daughters the way of the world, without you, none of us would exist.

You sacrifice more than your children will ever know, and the time you are spending with them now, will leave a lasting impression for the rest of their lives.

I remember when I was 13, maybe 14, standing out in the rain on a soccer field behind my house with a bag full of balls, and my dad teaching me how to curve the ball into the far corner of the net from a corner kick.

I remember him teaching me that hard work could pay off, and I remember him teaching me that no matter what, you never give up.

I remember the first time I tried out for a team beyond my reach, two years younger and outmatched in every aspect of the game, and failing to make the cut.

I acted like a spoiled brat, a punk, and finally, after I threw my last tantrum, he sat me down and told me the truth.

“You (pointing in my chest with that authority only a father could instill), you screwed up. You played  terrible, and you looked like a fool who forgot to show some class. You are better than that. We taught you better than that, and there is no one to blame but you for not making the cut. You think it’s unfair? You want to quit? Life’s not always fair, and today it was. You weren’t good enough, and you acted ridiculous, you should have been cut. So do you want to quit?”

I didn’t quit. I made the team the following year.

Thanks, Dad.

With Father’s Day this Sunday comes one of the biggest golf events of the year, the U.S. Open.

According to Andy North, the winner will come in at -1.

That’s a very low number, but with the way the weather is supposed to play in as a factor, and the ridiculously long par 5 hole No. 16 that measures 670 yards, more than a half of a mile, the scores are not going to be that good.

Personally, on a 670 yard hole, I’d have to use driver, driver, driver, then hope to be able to chip to near the green, and maybe finish off with a three-putt for an eight or nine. That’s if things go good.

So who do I like to win it all?

Tiger, of course. I pick Tiger to win everything, unless John Daly is playing, and I already took Woods in all of my fantasy leagues for the weekend.

Happy Father’s Day!

See you at the game!

Jason S. Renard writes for the Hawley, Pa., News Eagle.