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Today is really slow at work (these huge fluctuations in workload are not fun). So a post I've ment to make for a while now.
There is still quiet a bit of awkwardness and dislike from my father about the whole gay thing. And I can understand that, given how and where he grew up. But I really wish he could see me play either of my sports.
See, in grade school and high school I was not good at sports. I played a few, but I sucked. I remember one cross country race where I was the absolute last runner to finish. As I was running down the trail (it's norther Wisconsin, we ran in the woods), I had to yell at the fans that were walking in front of me to clear out so I could keep running. (Worse race of my life, BTW, and it didn't help that our team ended up winning the event, sucks to feel shitty about your own performance when everyone else on the bus is celebrating.)
But now I am good at sports. At least softball and volleyball. And there are a few other sports I'm OK at, and if I wanted to, I could probably do well there too. Last night at softball I hit the ball to the fence. In volleyball, I am a good player at every position. For that last few year's I'm been mostly a hitter (a short one, but a hitter). But that was because that team had good setters, so whenever I'd be in front, we'd swap out so I could hit. But on the new team (at least last Sunday), the new team only had 1 setter. That doesn't work so well in sand. So I set, and did well. And the other players (even on my team) were shocked, 'cause they'd not seen me set. Plus I even coach teams, as in pass on my knowledge to others.
Dad has always been proud of my artistic ability. But I'm sure he'd have loved to have a son that could play sports. Now, in my 30s he dose have one, but since he'll never see me play, it's very abstract I'm sure.
There is still quiet a bit of awkwardness and dislike from my father about the whole gay thing. And I can understand that, given how and where he grew up. But I really wish he could see me play either of my sports.
See, in grade school and high school I was not good at sports. I played a few, but I sucked. I remember one cross country race where I was the absolute last runner to finish. As I was running down the trail (it's norther Wisconsin, we ran in the woods), I had to yell at the fans that were walking in front of me to clear out so I could keep running. (Worse race of my life, BTW, and it didn't help that our team ended up winning the event, sucks to feel shitty about your own performance when everyone else on the bus is celebrating.)
But now I am good at sports. At least softball and volleyball. And there are a few other sports I'm OK at, and if I wanted to, I could probably do well there too. Last night at softball I hit the ball to the fence. In volleyball, I am a good player at every position. For that last few year's I'm been mostly a hitter (a short one, but a hitter). But that was because that team had good setters, so whenever I'd be in front, we'd swap out so I could hit. But on the new team (at least last Sunday), the new team only had 1 setter. That doesn't work so well in sand. So I set, and did well. And the other players (even on my team) were shocked, 'cause they'd not seen me set. Plus I even coach teams, as in pass on my knowledge to others.
Dad has always been proud of my artistic ability. But I'm sure he'd have loved to have a son that could play sports. Now, in my 30s he dose have one, but since he'll never see me play, it's very abstract I'm sure.