On Thursday May 29, 2014, I was standing in Little Caesars waiting on pizzas when my dad called me to let me know he was in the hospital. He didn't seem too bothered, just having tests done because he wasn't feeling right.
I was driving through Columbus a few days later when I heard about "Rabbit, Rabbit" being lucky on NPR. My dad had gotten bad, so I was driving to the hospital. He would eventually switch hospitals and go to rehab and never return to his home. My mom sold their house and had moved their things during those 6 months.
He broke his hip 2 months after moving into his new home. He never left the hospital to go back home that time either.
I think about my dad, and think about the wasted time we had together just watching dumb stuff.
I wish I could give up caring about sports. I'm going to try to cut down, but I might have to go cold turkey on baseball.
Life is short. Sports is far from any priority, yet it's what my spring and summer day revolves around.
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