The family attends Jason's first professional game. |
It’s impossible to imagine a bigger fan
than my father. Where others may laugh along at the appropriate moments, cry on
cue after an emotional rendition of ‘My Heart Will go On’, or sit on the edge
of their seats during the climatic moments of an elimination… my father will
literally give a standing ovation for a well-enthused vocal performance. Right
there in the living room.
“Dad… you don’t have to stand and clap. She
can’t see you.”
“Nah… nah…” he’d say, batting away the emotions “what she just did… she deserves this. That was amazing.”
“Nah… nah…” he’d say, batting away the emotions “what she just did… she deserves this. That was amazing.”
“But this isn’t live. It was taped 14 hours ago in LA.” I’d rebut, as I would inevitably stand and clap with him.
You see, for my father, being supportive has
always been an interactive exercise.