Hold your head up.

I've been thinking lately, I know its kinda vague thing to say, but I have been pondering and postulating upon rememberances. I was recalling something in my highschool years, and this particular anctidote takes place either my freshman or sophmore year. I was playing on the baseball team and there was a particular game where I was making error after error. When you are not doing very well at something, sometimes you start to beat yourself up, and it was in these thoughts where I found myself that day. So there I was sitting on the bench, wallowing in my own self-misery and keeping my head down.
This was going on for awhile, and at one point my dad, who was watching all this, walked up behind me and whispered in my ear; "put your head up."
That's all he said, but that was all he needed too. He made his point and for some reason it has resonated with me even to this day. It's a lesson in holding your head up high, of trying your best and being proud of what you do and who you are. That's what I love about my dad, he's a man of few words, but they're always what you need to hear, even if you don't particulaly want too. I am the man I am today because of the example my father has given me. He has always showed me what being a man is. And if there is one person whom I hope I emulate, it would be him.

Also I think its awesome that I call him Bobby and he calls me Jimmy.