Being away from home for Mother\u2019s Day was hard. Mostly because I know that it was hard for my mom and grandmothers. So I made sure I sent home gifts and scheduled a Skype call with my mom that I even shaved for. I\u2019m not as worried about Father\u2019s Day. No, not because I care less about my father. That\u2019s not true at all. I just know that my dad will be his happiest on a golf course playing 36 holes at the minimum. Throw in some Italian food for dinner and I\u2019m pretty sure that\u2019s his perfect day.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve never been the greatest golfer, though. That\u2019s one thing that my brother shares with my dad that I don\u2019t. For my dad and I, football and hockey have always been our connection. In fact, I\u2019ve scheduled my last two trips back to Chicago around being able to attend Blackhawks and Bears games with my dad. I wish that I could afford to fly my dad out west for the Bears-Raiders game next season as his Father\u2019s Day gift. Unfortunately, too many friends getting married this year has left my budget for such a gift depleted. Makes me miss the days of finger paintings and macaroni necklaces.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll probably have to settle for some of those new novelty golf balls with the dimple pattern that makes them fly straight every time. They\u2019re not PGA legal, but I\u2019m sure my dad will have a good time conning some of his buddies out on the course. Those and a card that will make him laugh should do the trick.<\/p>\n