Father's Day without a father is a bit of a drag.
My father is alive and well, but this past Sunday was one of the few annual days devoted to dad that I haven't spent with my old man. This past Father's Day mostly revolved around communication via text, and thankfully I've begun to see how texting can be a relatively personal experience. It still doesn't beat a real conversation though.
Father's Day at the Baker household would usually involve a round of golf in the morning. I was happy to learn that my absence didn't prevent my dad from enjoying 18 holes on a quiet course. I was a little more unhappy to learn that the 52-year-old posted a 74.
In all the years I've spent golfing with him, I don't think I've ever received victory spoils after 18 holes. I've maybe held bragging rights through nine from time to time, but it doesn't seem like he's slowing down yet. That is something I've been hoping for because I'm winless in hundreds of rounds that we've played and I just can't wait until he has to start buying drinks on the 19th.
So after a little bit of Father's Day depression, knowing he still routinely shoots scores I haven't seen on my best day, I got a little boost watching the U.S. Open and seeing 22-year-old Rory McIlroy complete a wall-to-wall victory at the major championship. At least somebody can beat their dad on the course.
I'm actually happy for my old man. He should be able to enjoy whatever sport he wants, and it seems as though he does. Your father is supposed to be Superman anyway.
It can be a crushing moment when you realize there is something you can do better than the man who raised you. I don't know if he sees that moment as confirmation that he did a good job, but from the eyes of a son, it can be the first moment when you realize your dad isn't infallible.
Now I'm not a child, and I already know my dad isn't the epitome of human perfection. I do take a little pleasure in texting him back, when I know he's feeling good about that 74, and reminding him my best 18 ever is an embarrassing 78.
That's probably enough of a Father's Day gift right there. My dad knows he can still mop the greens with me, and I hope that put a smile on his face.
