Until I was a sophomore in high school, my Dad tried every way imaginable short of physical compulsion to get me interested in sports. I just wasn’t. Don’t ask me why. It was not a conscious choice. It was just the way I was wired. At the beginning of sophomore year, Dad asked if I was going to try out for JV football. I summoned my courage and said, “No, I’m going to try out for the school play.” Dad was visibly disappointed, but he didn’t pursue it. When I got a good part in the play, he was curious. He came to every performance and was proud as could be! That was the best gift Dad ever gave me. He let me be me.