one sweet memory

This morning after work, I heard a conversation on the radio. They were talking about "the most annoying Super Bowl party guests" and mentioned those people who have no clue and who ask a million questions.

I was instantly back in our home in Little Rock, with my dad.
 
He was insistent that I learn at least a little about football before the youth group Super Bowl party. He was sure I'd be embarrassed (because I was utterly clueless!) and wanted to educate me as best he could.

Not sure how he actually educated me, nor whether I actually remember the valuable football lessons after that Sunday. 

But the sweet memory stands out today, as I think back on how well my parents parented me. Parented us. Are still parenting us (including Joel!) today.