Yes, it’s that time of the year again. My personal favorite sporting event of the year, the NCAA Tournament. I haven’t had as much time to keep up with the teams and watch many games this year, and so I’m feeling a bit deficient in my knowledge as I fill out the bracket. But even in the midst of this busy post-reading week (how does that always happen?), I found the time to add mine to the millions of brackets—including the President’s—on espn.com.
But even when I’m not a part of a contest or a pool, filling out a bracket and watching tournament games is not a lonely activity for me. It connects me to my dad. Every time I print out a bracket and begin filling in those names, I’m reminded of doing so with him every year of my childhood. Basketball is a passion of mine because of my dad. He taught me how to play, coached me, took me to games, and passed on his knowledge of the game as we watched it together. Playing is still by far my favorite way to stay active, and that enjoyment is because of him.
One of my favorite childhood memories is sitting in front of the TV with my dad (who grew up in Chicago) watching the Bulls win a championship, year after year. And at least once a year, we got to go watch Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen and the rest of the Bulls live when they came up to Milwaukee to play (and beat) the Bucks. Thanks Dad. And go Bulls.