A worn-out, distressed t-shirt.
Some flannel you found in the backseat of your Toyota Tercel.
A pair of sunglasses you bought at that Boat Show in The Ozarks.
Surprise, Dad. Believe it or not, you’re rocking’ out.
You took me to batting practice and you took me to the Zoo. You taught me how to water ski and how to shave. You showed me the importance of standing up for what I believed in and not to care what other people thought of it. You even showed me what to do when someone carelessly burns a huge hole on the carpet and has to hide it before Mom comes home. Wait. Did Uncle Jeff teach me how to cover that up? I think so, that’s right. In that case, I suppose he’s a Rock Star too.
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I have some news for you, Dad. You’re pretty cool. Yeah, it’s true. I’m not the only one noticing how cool you are, either. I remember you telling me that when you were growing up, you thought [lastfm link_type="similar_artist_radio"]Bruce Springsteen[/lastfm] epitomized cool. Well, Rock Star Bruce Springsteen never took me to see Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles IN THEATERS, did he?
Believe it or not Dad, you’re the one setting the latest standard for Awesomeness. Look around; the Heroes of Radio you grew up idolizing have noticed you and are adopting your lifestyle. Little League Coach. Philanthropist. Comfortable sneakers. 20 years ago, you wanted to be just like them. Today, they want to be like you.
But that’s not the best part: it took these Rock Stars until 2011 to know just how cool it is to be like Dad.
I’ve known it since the day I was born.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Just don’t let it go to your head. None of us want to see Mick Jagger in knee-high socks and open-toed sandals anytime soon.