What's your favourite sports memory you share with your Dad?

Question

Sons and daughters the world over have shared many special moments with their dads at the arena, on the field and in the stands. What special sports memory do you have with your father?

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Answer 1

My dad came here from Italy, and he used to always play soccer when he was young. Needless to say his love of soccer never waned throughout the years.

I guess my favourite memory of dad was playing soccer with him through the years, but the greatest joy came many years later, back in 80 something (yeah my memory's not the greatest!) when Italy won their first victory over Germany and Toronto had the biggest street party this city had ever seen!

Art Eggleton I believe was the mayor and St. Clair was just abuzz with flags and victory chants galore.

We could not find an Italian flag anywhere in the city, so my dad MADE one...and not a little one, this HUGE 6 foot by 12 foot flag painted on canvass (don't ask how he had the right colours too but he did!) and he erected this huge pole and flew that flag high and proud on our lawn at the edge of our driveway...someone even tried to swipe it but grandma was pretty quick to shoo them off.

People drove by in their cars and honked horns and flew flags...there was an electricity that was never felt before. And my dad was like a little kid again. I dont' think I've ever seen him so happy and excited about anything. All the patrons along St. Clair pumped music outdoors, some gave freebies, but mostly it was an amazing spirit of unity.

It was one of those days and moments in history which will never repeat itself, and special to me because it was a magic moment in time which my sister and I shared with my dad. It's still a tradition to gather and celebrate the day whenever Italy wins, only now there's a lot more of us to join in the fun.

Street parties for sport victories have grown like crazy ever since, but that was THE first...and although street parties have became popular for the Argos, the Jays etc....the first was Italy!! It was a proud day and a fabulous one which goes down in the annals of family history, that's for sure.

Dad is close to 80 now, so not much we do these days but reminisce.

My own children are fortunate to have probably the best dad in the world too. My son had lymphoma last year, and it was a trying time, and my husband coaches their little league, hockey, and is the league convenor as well. All three of our kids are very active in sports, and it's all thanks to dad. Mom has to lend a big helping hand too of course and our daughter now umpires as well so it's a busy schedule! ;~)

But I discovered the kindness of people like never before. People were so kind to my son, and all three of my "men" were fortunate enough to have some great seats donated for the Leafs game (not once but twice!) this past season from caring souls, and it was a real thrill for them especially as they were in the skyboxes...again moments to treasure! They are very strong Leaf fans, as we all are and can't wait for you boys to get that Stanley Cup again!! I grew up next door to a now famous hockey player, and mostly all boys in our neighbourhood, so my list of sport stories never ends!

Hey, I just want to say---dads are the best, espcially sports dads and dads who coach and volunteer and make other children's lives just as fulfilling!!

Just want to take this opportunity too, to wish every dad out there a HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!

Never underestimate the importance of sports and fatherhood...the two go hand in hand (in a very positive way) and makes this world go round and round the way it should.

Keep up the great work, Tie! We're strong supporters of Sick Kids and thier organizations too, and Wheelchair baseball, Tim Horton's camps, etc. etc. etc. All kids deserve happiness and health, and to know the thrill and joy of participating in a team sport, and the invaluable interactions and the friendships you make along the way.

Answer 2

foot by 12 foot flag painted on canvass (don't ask how he had the right colours too but he did!) and he erected this huge pole and flew that flag high and proud on our lawn at the edge of our driveway...someone even tried to swipe it but grandma was pretty quick to shoo them off.

People drove by in their cars and honked horns and flew flags...there was an electricity that was never felt before. And my dad was like a little kid again. I dont' think I've ever seen him so happy and excited about anything. All the patrons along St. Clair pumped music outdoors, some gave freebies, but mostly it was an amazing spirit of unity.

It was one of those days and moments in history which will never repeat itself, and special to me because it was a magic moment in time which my sister and I shared with my dad. It's still a tradition to gather and celebrate the day whenever Italy wins, only now there's a lot more of us to join in the fun.

Street parties for sport victories have grown like crazy ever since, but that was THE first...and although street parties have became popular for the Argos, the Jays etc....the first was Italy!! It was a proud day and a fabulous one which goes down in the annals of family history, that's for sure.

Dad is close to 80 now, so not much we do these days but reminisce.

Answer 3

to see the last game of the season against Boston. It was the only time my Dad ever saw a game in the Forum. He has allways been a Habs fan. The goalies were Andy Moog and Patrick Roy and they dueled to a 2-2 final. At the opening faceoff Someone leveled Guy Carbonneau with a devastating hit and Mike Macphee steped in right away and took care of the opponent. The crowd was so loud we could not talk to each other. It was deafening. Similar to being at a rock concert. We've seen Montreal play at Maple Leaf Gardens a few times but nothing compares to seeing the Habs at the the old Montreal Forum. I'm so glad we had the opportunity before they moved to the Bell Centre. We've seen them play Hartford at the Bell (Molson Centre at the Time) Centre but nothing beats the Forum. I'm sorry if our special memory doesn't involve you in the blue and white but that doesn't mean we haven't seen you do you your stuff. First and foremost we are hockey fans and we thank you for your dedication to the sport and are ecpecially grateful for the opportunity to let you know we appreciate that. You were definitely worth watching throughout your carreer and don't let anyone tell you different.

Answer 4

my Dad and I went to Montreal to see the last game of the season against Boston. It was the only time my Dad ever saw a game in the Forum. He has allways been a Habs fan. The goalies were Andy Moog and Patrick Roy and they dueled to a 2-2 final. At the opening faceoff Someone leveled Guy Carbonneau with a devastating hit and Mike Macphee steped in right away and took care of the opponent. The crowd was so loud we could not talk to each other. It was deafening. Similar to being at a rock concert. We've seen Montreal play at Maple Leaf Gardens a few times but nothing compares to seeing the Habs at the the old Montreal Forum. I'm so glad we had the opportunity before they moved t

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Answer 6

It was the only time my Dad ever saw a game in the Forum. He has allways been a Habs fan. The goalies were Andy Moog and Patrick Roy and they dueled to a 2-2 final. At the opening faceoff Someone leveled Guy Carbonneau with a devastating hit and Mike Macphee steped in right away and took care of the opponent. The crowd was so loud we could not talk to each other. It was deafening. Similar to being at a rock concert. We've seen Montreal play at Maple Leaf Gardens a few times but nothing compares to seeing the Habs at the the old Montreal Forum. I'm so glad we had the opportunity before they moved t

Answer 7

We could not find an Italian flag anywhere in the city, so my dad MADE one...and not a little one, this HUGE 6 foot by 12 foot flag painted on canvass (don't ask how he had the right colours too but he did!) and he erected this huge pole and flew that flag high and proud on our lawn at the edge of our driveway...someone even tried to swipe it but grandma was pretty quick to shoo them off.

People drove by in their cars and honked horns and flew flags...there was an electricity that was never felt before. And my dad was like a little kid again. I dont' think I've ever seen him so happy and excited about anything. All the patrons along St. Clair pumped music outdoors, some gave freebies, but mostly it was an amazing spirit of unity.

It was one of those days and moments in history which will never repeat

Answer 8

My favorite sports memory with my father also involves my grandfather. My parents come from a small town near Peoria, IL., but I was born and raised just outside of Chicago. My grandfather, as was his father before him, a die-hard Cubs fan, and through my father, I seem to have inherited the genetic defect that causes one to be a Cubs fan for life.
Because cable TV was not around when I was a child, anytime we would visit my grandparents, my father, grandfather and I would sit on their back porch listening to the games on the radio. It's funny how now we have become so used to watching sports on TV that we rarely have to imagine what a line drive to center or a diving stop by the shortstop looks like. Spending all that time having to picture the game in my head taught me more about the game then watching on TV ever could. The best thing of all was that I got to spend 2 1/2 - 3 hours of uninterrupted time with the 2 most cherished men in my life.
When people ask me how I became such a big fan of the game, I always give them the same answer - " I learned the game from my father, and learned to love it from my grandfather."

Answer 9

I have many memories of sporting events with my Dad - from everywhere: hockey, golf, football and even table tennis!! But one that stands out in my mind is when we use to play football in the backyard. My dad would take turns quarter backing both my older brother and I and run plays into the end zone! I would love it everytime I caught the pass - love being the little sister outwitting her older brother! Recently my dad and I had the opportunity of officiating a high school football playoff final this past fall for the very first time together on the field. We loved that we were able to do that - and being announced as father and daughter was a great memory - and one that not too many people can have, I don't think!!!!

Answer 10

Hi Tie, I just saw about your webpage on Yahoo and read what it all had to say and also signed your guestbook on what you had done for the Teen Centre in Belle River and how much you gave of your self.I have known you since you were a child and remember the days you and your dad would stand in front of the restaurant together with your arms crossed ..Johnny was a good man and a good father to you..I hope that you will always know that there are times it leaves an impact on those watching and remembering..I know that this is about the memories of our own dad but Tie My dad watch Hockey on TV but never had time to go to a game cause he was such a hard working farmer till the day he was killed on Puce Road by a train..he was my hero maybe not a hockey player but a man who taught you to work hard and to never say " it isn't my job, you just did it" it will be 35 years this October 2 when I lost my very best friend but even to this day you mention his name and all the farmers remember all the wonderful memories he left behind as your dad did with you...Thank you for giving me these few moments to remember the awesome person My dad was and always will be in my heart...

Answer 11

My dad works long hours and so he doesn't get home till around 7 or 8 every night and by then he is usually tired and will sit down with a beer and watch tv. However in the winter every night me, my brother and my dad go out into the back yard, my dad with his special "rink building jacket, gloves, and shoes", and we begin to build the rink. After assembling the boards in the late fall (the ground would be too frozen in the winter), all that`s left to do is flatten the snow with our snowboards, and my dad will do the first flood of the year, flattening the slush every few seconds to make the perfect rink. Then the next night he'll get home at his usual time, we'll get dressed up again, go out, shovel the rink off together, then put another flood on. This goes on for a while before the ice is thick enough to skate on. Then, being the awesome coach he is, my dad will take out the bag of pucks, put up the nets, and set up pylons for me and my brother and teach us how to play the great Canadian game. My favourite part about it all was the fact that we got to spend 2 hours every night just us (me and my bro) and our dad. Hockey has always been a big part of my life and I have my dad to thank for it. Now I'm 17 and still playing hockey twice a week during the summer before picking up where I left off in the Winter.