To celebrate Father’s Day, today's post is Part 2 from Starboard side and coxswain. Here are the three questions that were posed to the women at the national team training center.
1. How has your father been involved in your athletic life?
2. What is you favorite and/or funniest father athletic memory?
3. Any inspirational quotes or sayings from your father?
Below are their answers complete with a favorite photo of the athlete and her dad.
1. My Dad has been involved in every aspect of my athletic life. From being my first youth soccer coach, Dad taxi service, ball passer to work on jump shots, to tennis partner, and number one fan! He has always been extremely supportive. Putting up with my sports highs and lows and encouraging me to follow my athletic dreams.
2. It is hard to pick a favorite and/or funny memory. The memories that stand out to me the most are just blasting music really loud through the whole house (early on Jock Jams) to wake up to early in the morning on the day of competition. This musical sequence would carry on into the car with a pump up speech given while "Eye of the Tiger" was being played in the background. It was a perfect balance of serious advice with fun undertone. To this day some of the early morning music dad played is on my ipod mix to get me pumped up to race.
3. My Dad has two quotes…“Do or do not, there is no try” – Yoda (always said in Yoda voice) and the other “We (both parents) love and support you.” The last is always the most important to me. No matter what I am going through both parents are always there no matter what.
1. Motown & Oldies from my dad's Jukebox have had a long lasting impact on my athletic musical taste. Now all of my teammates can benefit with a little Aretha Franklin for warm-ups. "R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Sock it to me, sock it to me."
2. My dad teaching me how to do a hook - shot at our neighborhood basketball court. We spent what seemed like hours going over the minutia of this game changing weapon to the post arsenal. Just when I thought I had it down, my Uncle Todd swooped in from the sidelines with a major block. Dad's are there to build you up & uncle's keep you in check.
3. "If everyone is moving forward together, then success takes care of itself." -Henry Ford & my dad
1. When I was 5, my Dad was the coach of my very first athletic team, Soccer. I loved having my Dad at every practice and game and knowing that he was leading my team to VICTORY...and sometimes to get ice cream, when games did not quite go our way (still a win in my mind)! The only thing I had a hard time understanding was why I was always the goalie. It was a coed team and I felt I could contribute more by playing the field, but I never questioned him. Eventually, I realized my Dad was doing what was best for the team. I was the BIGGEST one on the team...I guess he thought there was a good chance I would block it...yup, did I mention it was Co-ed?!
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Basketball was the sport that my Dad and I really bonded over. I played from third grade to a senior in high school. He and I spent countless hours in the backyard working on post moves, boxing out, free throws and layup after layup. He played in a league himself and so we often fed off one another through the drills. For every away game he drove me to, my Dad and I listened to the song “Jump” by Van Halen. As we sang the lyrics together,“Oh can’t you see what I mean? Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead, jump. Jump!” He would pump me up, commentating on how strong I would be boxing out the other team, rebounding and breaking away down the court, executing the “up and under” post move. In that song I was unstoppable! In that song, my Dad was my confidence and my strength.
2. When I was a sophomore in high school, my novice four qualified for nationals in Oakridge, TN. We traveled eight hours one way with our four boat shell on top of my teammate’s Dad’s Suburban, with my Dad as his co-pilot and five high school girls in the back. A couple hours into the trip, we quickly took a study break and were admiring the “cool” elastic spandex fabric leopard printed book covers that my teammate had on her books. My Dad asked to see one of them, so she took it off her book and handed it to him. He looked at the book cover and then placed it on his head, looking like he just grew a mullet with cat ears. We all started cracking up and quickly grabbed a few more covers to copy my Dad’s new fashion statement. Once all seven of us had a book cover on our head, one of our favorite songs came on, “500 miles” and instead of singing “walk 500 miles,” we sang “ROW 500 miles”. We drove for hours with this new look, all seven of us had a different vibrant color or printed “cat mullet”, and sang that song a million times if not more...let’s just say that the looks that we got while passing other cars were priceless.
3. As we warmed up on the water before every race, my Dad would find my boat and yell, “OPEN A BIG CAN OF WHOOP ASS!” as he gestured opening a large can of soda.
1. My dad was always very supportive as I grew up trying out different sports. In high school I had banned my mother from coming to my basketball games because her loud cheering and coaching were embarrassing me, so my dad came in her spot. During the games he just clapped and afterwards told me I did a good job (no matter how badly I played!).
2. My dad was always challenging me to athletic competitions but he always won the pull up competition and could swim the length of the pool in one breath. I'm still training to beat him at those things!
3. Regarding rowing as a career... "This is all just fun and games"
1. I am the only person in my family to ever try rowing. We are primarily a soccer family. My Dad also went to the University of Wisconsin where he was a goalie on the Men's soccer team. However, more impressively, he still competitively plays today at age 53 (hope this doesn't embarrass you Dad). He introduced my older brother and I to soccer each at about age 5 which we both immediately fell in love with it. He was an assistant coach on my select team as well as my high school team while growing up. That meant that he was on the sideline of most of my games. I loved having my Dad as a coach because he was honest. Whether I was playing great or terrible, he was going to tell me the truth. He also taught me to be tough, to be scrappy, and to always get back up when you fall.
2. One of my favorite memories of my Dad is from one of the many indoor games I came to watch him play at. I would always sit right behind the net of which ever goal he was defending during the game and talk to him. I still don't know how he handled me as a distraction. Anyway, at this game I found a friend, another girl my age who's Dad played on the other team. We sat together behind my Dad's goal and watched the game. Unfortunately, he wasn't having a good game and had just let an easy goal through. Before he could catch himself, he began using a list of explicit words that most kids our age should never repeat. The other girl was not sure how to react. Soon after the rant, she pointed out her dad and asked me which one was mine. I smiled really big and was proud to answer.
1. My father taught my twin brother and I to skate at a very young (three I think). I remember countless afternoons and nights at the ice rink in the town over, but I cannot remember when we first began going. Skating was just an activity my father enjoyed that he could share with the whole family.
My father is not a competitive man, but I am, and skating began to fuel my urge to win at any sporting activity I got involved. I originally went to high school wanting to play ice hockey, but after I found my prep schools rowing team I realized there was new sport I belonged with.
2. Before every hockey game my dad would give me the short pep talk to put the puck in the net and to stay out of the box of shame. When I started rowing that pep talk stuck around for a bit, but then he developed a new rowing pep talk, which really underlined the basic race strategy. “Get in front, and then stay and front. If you’re not in front get in front by the finish.”
I received this pep talk before every high school and college race and still get a Skype call or email with the pep talk when we race abroad or he can’t make it to a race.
3. “Put the puck in the net, the biscuit in the basket” –Ken Gobbo
1. While my father himself was never much of an athlete, he likes to claim that had he known what rowing was in his youth he would have become a coxswain (in spite of his 6-foot-tall frame). However, his lack of first hand experience with the sport has never dampened his enthusiasm as he has stood in all winds and weather to watch almost every one of my and my brother's races over the last twelve years.
2. In college, my father was known as the guy who would sometimes appear in the bushes on the banks of the Charles, his long lens camera in hand, ready to capture shots of me and my teammates. Thanks to him, I now have hundreds of photos of the eight women in my boat in action, poised and pulling together... and me glaring straight at him and his camera out of sheer embarrassment.
3. My father would always tell me as a kid: "Remember, Jill, no one ever remembers who comes in second place." Although he tried to rescind this statement when my crews got second at junior nationals... and Eastern Sprints... and the Head of the Charles...!
1. My dad is the reason I started rowing. I broke my leg (twice) playing soccer, so I decided to try a new sport. When we were looking at the list of sports at my high school, he saw rowing and said "no way, you can't do that... it would be way too hard for you". So I did it, obviously... and am still proving him wrong to this day!!
2. I've had a lot of arguments about rowing with my dad - like he thinks he knows which teams have the best coaches, and all the history and tradition behind every program, and he pretends like he knows all the NCAA rules... but really he is just going off a hunch and really has no idea what rowing is.
3. "don't have any boyfriends until you've graduated college"
Thank you to all the athletes and their father's for sharing such great memories and photos. Happy Father's Day to all Dads out there.