A rare Friday night football game and the aftermath of Neil and Jill's wonderful wedding made it possible for my Dad to come out and watch me play last week.
It was a lot of fun, although, after such a long week, I wasn't feeling extremely energetic. The game ended 4-4, but I'll remember it for my Dad being there.
Speaking over a pint after the game, we realized it had been a decade since my Dad had seen me play. It was so nice to hear his voice, and so nice to pull off a nice trick or pass and see a smile spread across his face. More of that medicine, please.