As we all celebrate this special day with our Fathers, it takes me back to moments with my Grandfather and Dad and how I got mixed with Kentucky athletics.
First to my Grandfather, without him there is no way I would be doing what I am doing now. He started the obsession. I remember the time looking at a picture of John Wall, DeMarcus Cousins and Eric Bledsoe in their uniform. He told me, they will be good. I asked him why and he said because of their wingspan, that is how you get rebounds and dominate the opponent. I say he was right.
Or the multiple calls I have with him in between games. He is and will always be the first person I call after the big games. Screaming over a dumb play, or a missed call. If I was not with him physically, we always share the blue and white together.
When growing up in Louisville, I knew where I was going to school. It was no difficult decision. I didn’t even need a campus tour. One way this happened was how my dad would take me every Father’s Day weekend to the Father-Son camp with Coach Cal.
I still remember my first. It was the year before the 2011-12 National Championship. Seeing Anthony Davis coming down the floor and stuffing the rim on Darius Miller during a scrimmage. The time he and I went through a shooting drill and getting to talk with Coach Orlando Antigua. This would not happen without my Dad.
Without them, I do not know what I would be doing, without them I know I would not be me.
So to all the Father’s out there, happy Father’s Day. To mine, I love you both.
That’s what makes today special, I know I would not be half the man I am today without my Dad and my Grandaddy around me.