I'm lazy and proud of it; sue me.

My dad passed away 29 years ago, just before my 26th birthday, but not a day goes by that I don't think about him. He was the local TV and radio sports guy here in Lynchburg for the better part of 10 years(and, in fact, helped launch Charlie Gibson's career), before moving on to other venues in life, and he's the reason I'm a sports fan, in general, and a Cardinals fan, specifically. We rarely did the "play catch" thing, but we went to a lot, and I mean a lot, of sports events. The one real regret I have is that we were never able to attend a Cards game together, although, when the new Busch was being built, I bought a brick paver with his name on it, so he at least has a permanent, or as long as permanent means in this day and age, place alongside his favorite baseball team. It was the least I could do for him after everything he did for my brother, sister, and me.