I'm thinking of my dad tonight and getting a little misty eyed. Iowa is playing in the Orange Bowl and winning. This is the type of night I would get together with him and watch the game. He'd be rooting for Iowa but telling me everything they are going to do wrong to lose the game.
I don't think about my dad a whole lot but when I do I get a little sad I guess. I wish I had been a better person and put up with him more. And I have to say I wish he had been a better dad. He was such a smart guy. But stubborn and never reached his potential. And addictions. I think most of us have vices. It's how we handle them that count.