Joe and I went to the Capital Hoops Classic today. Carleton vs Ottawa U. I missed last year’s, but Dad would have reminded me he would have gotten me tickets.
This was the 10th Capital Hoops and, as far as I know, the first one my father missed.
While I was there, watching the Ravens forget how to hit a basket, I thought back to my favourite times with my Dad.
The most time I ever spent with him was at Carleton’s old gym. He always sat in the same place and I knew where to find him on Friday and Saturday nights. He always sat in the back row on the right side. He knew the names of all the referees and felt free to yell at them.
I spent almost every Saturday with him at basketball during my last year of high school. It was the most time we’d ever spent together. And on Fridays he would occasionally join us at the weekly 67’s game.
I don’t think I became a sports fan to spend more time with my dad, but when I became a sports fan that’s certainly what happened.
It’s only fitting that I posed for a picture, my toque in Dad classic style, and realized how much I actually do look like him. People have always said.