Happy Father’s Day to everyone out there.
For me, the Detroit Lions were at the forefront of my relationship with my dad. It’s a passion we both shared, and we spent every Sunday glued to the television or parked in Section 243 of Ford Field to watch our men in Honolulu Blue compete.
Sometimes it seems silly or trivial that a meaningless sport was so essential to my relationship with my dad, but quality time spent together doesn’t need to have some sort of deeper truth to it. Sometimes just being there for three hours every Sunday is enough.