Father’s Day gives us time to give thanks to the men who taught us how to fish, how to throw a baseball, and how to delicately obfuscate the truth to Mom about certain misadventures. For many born in the Bluegrass, our dads injected love for Kentucky basketball directly into our veins at birth, turning our blood blue before we even received our first shot at the pediatrician’s office.
Whether it was a trip to Rupp Arena together, dozing on the couch during the second half of a 9:00 p.m. game, or a playing a game of HORSE where you both shimmied like Antoine Walker after every letter, most of us have unforgettable memories of our fathers linked to Kentucky basketball.