Happy Father's Day

And we would like to thank all the fathers out there for participating on this Father's Day. Happy Father's Day to my own Faja.

In case you missed it a few years ago, I recounted one of my more memorable stories with my father.

So I will re-rack that story right here.

As I was thinking about what story I could share about my Dad, two came to mine. One is way too graphic and disgusting to share so you will have to ask me in person about that one, but this one I will put on the blog is rated PG.

I live by Lawton in the Sunset and that's where I learned how to play sports, when I trained to become a beast.

I used to shoot hoops and play catch with my Dad almost every Sunday while I was growing up. He taught me how to ride a bike and most importantly, how to shower.

But one of the sports memories that I recall most is when he used to pitch to me. We would play with soft baseballs and he would just throw ball after ball, and I'd keep hitting and hitting. He would have to chase all the balls down.

It didn't occur to me how tiring it was then, but my Dad and I played 1-on-1 baseball.

One time, my Dad threw a fastball and I connected, and with a beautiful swing, the ball shot right back towards my Dad and pegged him right in the nose. He went down in a heap and started to bleed. There were cubes of blood coming out of his nostrils.

He was okay, but like most, if not all Dads, he did a lot for me and still does and has contributed to the person I am today.

And of course, I had to make sure my Faja knew for sure that I wished him a Happy Father's Day. Take a look!