It's Fathers Day weekend!
I'm not so big with the mushy stuff. If you want to say something nice to someone, you should say it to them personally and not bore everyone to death with it. BUT, since it's Father's Day, and since I'm told that writing a daily blog is now a job requirement, I thought I'd take a moment to blog about my Pops.
That's my Pop!
My Dad is THE quintessential badass. In my 36 years on this earth I've seen him engage in no less than 10 fights with complete strangers. Not arguments. Not disagreements. I'm talking full on, punching and rolling on the ground ass kickery. Everything from a rival Little League coach, to some guy at Disneyland. He tried to fight the cashier at a Checker Auto Parts once when the guy made fun of ME for having pink hair. Something he himself gave me shit for on an hourly basis. I was married and moved out at the time, so he'd have to call me to meet his personal quota. I'm pretty sure all Dad's do that though.
Your hair makes you look like one of them guys what kisses other guys.
Growing up in the 80's meant that my Dad had to compete with TV's greatest Dad's. Sure, Willy from Alf was awesome, but did he ever buy his punk rock-toy collecting son and his friends Arby's when he caught them ditching school? No. Did Cliff Huxtable ever jump out of a boat while riding "It's A Small World" after barfing on a nice young couple from Oregon sitting in front of him? I'll bet you 24 Jell-O pudding pops that he didn't. Sidenote: I've also seen him puke in public 7 times, and not once did he ever help clean it up. Luckily for me, even though he was very old school growing up, he only barely kicked my ass for putting a black and yellow X96 sticker on his motorhome when I was 15.
Instead he made me star in one of the Terminator movies.
The man made sure I knew to "kick ass at everything you do, or don't do it" and that "Not everyone is going to like you. Jesus was perfect and even HE had people that hated him". He's one of the most politically incorrect people I've ever met, yet shows everyone more respect than they deserve, and he's never once NOT stood up for me.
So Happy Fathers Day to all the Dad's this weekend. If you need me, I'll be watching Nascar and eating Popeye's with my old man on Sunday.