There are certain days on the calendar each and every year that we mark down as memorable and Father’s Day is certainly one of those special occasions that always has a special place in my heart.
After Justin Rose sank his final putt on the final hole of the weekend for the U.S. Open, he pointed to the heavens and blew a kiss for the man he called “Dad.” I was touched. I felt that this man was the one the truly deserved it not only because he was the best golfer with the lowest score of the weekend, but because the most important person in his life and golfing career was watching anxiously with him in spirit in the clubhouse.
I read a piece written by WNST’s own Luke Jones — you can read it HERE — and it made me think about not only awesome sports moments on Father’s Day, but the bonds I created with sports with all of the men in my family.
My dad is a man that has always been around sports and made sure that his three kids were always actively involved as well. Whether it was traveling the world over for our games, cleaning the equipment that reeked of body odor or coaching us in whatever sport we were involved in, my dad was always there.
At an early age, my father received an opportunity to play minor league hockey, yet three major knee injuries ultimately forced him to end his playing career. But his interest in the game never faltered and he made sure that his kids were going to be hockey kids.
Sure, we’re a Baltimore family. Ravens and Orioles are No. 1 in the Kryglik household. But hockey has always been a sport that I have shared a special bond with my dad because he was in and around it his entire life.
Even though I never played competitively, I always made sure to learn the game and be apart of hockey in some way because it was something I could share with my dad.
My dad has always been my toughest critic. Whether it is what I say on the WNST airwaves, what I write, how I played a certain sport, he is always there to get his two cents in. But he does it out of love. He does it to show me that not only he is interested, but he believes in me.
I remember when this journey in sports media because last July for the Baltimore Sports Media Superstar competition.
I had my doubts. I entered it because one of my best friends and avid WNST listener, Jon Butta, told me it seemed right up my alley.
I said to myself things like:
“This can’t be real.”
“There’s no way I’m winning. I know a lot about sports, but I’m 20.”
“I’m probably going up against a bunch of studs.”
“I still have a semester of college left, I could win and it won’t matter.”
My father sat me down, and my mom, and told me to give it a go because I had nothing to lose.
I took the chance, made it past the first auditions and then went on our annual family vacation to Wildwood, New Jersey.
My dad offered me his vehicle to drive back to Maryland for the second round of the Baltimore Sports Media Superstar competition at Hooter’s in Towson. He wanted me to see my dream become a reality.
July 9 rolls around and I’m driving home. The car breaks down in the middle of an intersection. I call my dad. The plethora of emotions during that phone call made me want to lose all hope. I cried. I screamed. I yelled. I thought to myself, “This is it… the dream is about to die.”
Luckily, my dad, family and friends took the initiative to find a way to get me to that second round. And I did. And I made it my mission that I was not only going to win it for my dad and my family hear on Earth, but also my two granddads watching the competition from up above.