When I was a kid, my Dad wanted me to be a bowler. Actually, it was because I had shown NO signs of being a capable ball player, which was his first love and would have been his first choice for me.
I was not an excellent bowler, either. Good, maybe. But that's all anyone would ever have called me. Good.
So, for sport, I was pretty much a disappointment to my Dad.
He wanted me to play football in High School. I wound up in marching band. Playing trombone. Even in 1960 or so, 5 foot 7 and 125 pounds was nowhere big enough to play effective high school football. It was just the right size, however, to be a tackling dummy. It was not for me.
I tried boxing when I was in the Marines. I had one fight. TKO. I didn't win. I also ran - I was a miler. I never finished higher than 6th out of a field of 12. I never ran as a civilian. I actually hate running.
Today I play golf. Not well. But better than I have in a long time. I can't help but wish that my Dad had been a fan of Sam Snead or Ben Hogan or even become a member of Arnie's Army. Because then I might have taken up golf much sooner. Because I think I could have played golf - I just never had the chance when I was young enough that it would have made a difference in the level of play I could achieve.
Sport is a great teacher of life lessons. Teach your kids a sport. Or two. Or three. Hell, give a shot at all of them, if you can. Let him or her tell you, by their play, where they belong.
There will come a day when they thank you for it. I promise.
I had no idea where this post was going when I started it. I'm glad it wound up where it did.