Hey Father's Day is coming up this weekend.
Dads have an embedded responsibility for their offspring. There are bills to pay, door hinges to fix, leaky pipes to seal, grass to mow, and a million other chores to complete. The Bible states it bluntly in Timothy 5:8 with "But if anyone does not provide for his relatives, and especially for members of his household, he has denied the faith." Not to mention the job of ensuring their children mature into adults who can make their way in the world in a respectful manner.
Along with the day-to-day grind, it can be tough at times to remember being a dad means connecting with your kids through enjoying life. Well, that is why we have sports, video games, movies, music, and whatever else a dad might use to spur random acts of fun.
Whether they are being silly, stern, loving, or any of the other million things dads can be at any one moment, the totality of their efforts are done for the love of their family. And, WFNY wants to celebrate everything special about dads. So, we are having a contest where you, the reader, send us something about your dad or about your experiences being a dad.
Any format will be accepted. That's right. Each dad is different, so why shouldn't your entries be different too? The only stipulation is that you keep it under 250 words. If you want to write a short story about going to Muni Lot and Cleveland Stadium with your dad? Go for it. Do you like to type out a silly limerick? All good. You can even create a short video (please utilize Vine or YouTube to host and send the link). Multiple entries will be accepted per contestant, but a contestant may only win one prize.
Be as creative, emotional, or silly as you want.
If you have a story, then we'd love to hear it. Keep it under 250 words and send it our way. Here is an example from my recent trip back home to Cleveland.
After 16 hours, I was exhausted. Not angry or bitter or even frustrated. Just physically and mentally drained from having a five hour process more than triple in length due to flight delays and missed connections. But, being tired wasn’t an option once I walked out of the terminal to where my dad was waiting with the car. He was all smiles and hugs. Jokes were thrown around about Texans not knowing how to deal with a little rain in between questions about the family, house, and well life. It did not matter to him that the delays caused us to be four innings late to Carlos Carrasco’s return from the DL where the other 10 members of our family were waiting for us in front of The District just beyond right field. He pulled into the lot directly across the street from Progressive Field (eschewing his normal thriftiness) and we trotted across the street with the fans who were already streaming into the Q for the NBA Finals Game 1 watch party. Five innings, some GLB beer, and Barrio chicken nachos later, we jumped to cheer Francisco Lindor sparking the game-winning rally with a triple just as Ketchup threw a red Block-C t-shirt that met my emerging hand. For a night, I was back home with my dad, and I was a kid again.
Francisco Lindor, great player, great man
You might have read that yesterday, Flag Day, was the one year anniversary of Francisco Lindor getting the call to MLB with the Cleveland Indians. There have been many platitudes given to Lindor such as Kevin Dean being the first I saw indicate Lindor has the fifth highest position player WAR over the last calendar year.
However, it was Y! Sports' Tim Brown who won the day with an in-depth look into the story of Lindor visiting with a local baseball club in Compton, CA before the Indians played the Los Angeles Angels last week. He spoke of hope and needing a work ethic to accomplish things in life, but the part that struck me the most (as an out of town Clevelander myself) was the connection he made with an young Southern Californian Indians fan. Here is a snippet that could easily be an entry to our #WFNYFathersDay contest:
Irving Norwood — technically Irving Norwood III, as Irving Norwood II hovered nearby in a Cleveland Indians cap and Ohio State hoodie – has been an Indians fan as long as he can remember, an oddity in Baldwin Hills, Calif. His father used to tell him, “If you’re going to be a ballplayer, be like Robbie Alomar,” so young Irving set out to play like Alomar. It meant playing second base. It meant being a switch-hitter. It meant watching a lot of Indians games, even though Alomar had long ago retired, and long before that had left the Indians. He’d still watch the Indians.
That was how Irving Norwood’s favorite player became not Robbie Alomar, but Francisco Lindor, who on Saturday morning took Irving’s narrow, delicate hand, shook it firmly, met his uncommonly sturdy gaze and told him it was right to believe. It was right to hope. It was right to outwork everyone else, even when you’re the smallest man on the field, especially when you’re the smallest, which Lindor usually was, and Irving almost always is.
“It’s amazing,” Irving said.
Lindor already does everything he can on the field to make the Indians such an enjoyable experience. To have him raise the stakes by doing so off the field as well is just incredible.
Have a good Wednesday everybody and may the sun warm your face while the rain softens your fields.