"See? That's all I was trying to do was tell my boy that I loved him so! I guess it didn't come out that way, though. Oh well."—Marv Marinovich

That reminds me of my dad and how he’d drive his IROC-Z onto the court where I was playing youth basketball and skid that thing real close to me while I was trying to shoot a free throw. If I missed, he’d flick a cigarette at me, peel out, and I wouldn’t see him for months. If I made the shot he’d nod at me…

If he was a good sports dad, they wouldn’t be in the consolation game.

Hey, nothing wrong with an old fashioned every once in a while.