My love of sports came from my Dad: especially basketball and golf. I knew he loved to golf when I was little, and I had a vague memory of a big  trophy in our living room but never really knew what it was. My Mom had told me in later years that my Dad could have been a Tiger Woods of his generation. She also told me he’d made a bit of history of his own as a teen-ager. My father was on the road to being a professional golfer but followed his own father’s footsteps into the ministry in the COGIC (Church of God In Christ) instead. Coming across this clipping of my father from JET Magazine in 1952, noting his being the first ‘Negro’ to win this tournament really made me smile. I love my father, and miss him everyday. He was a trailblazer in golf and in the COGIC (he had great diverse vision that the church powers that be didn’t fully embrace) – most of all he was my Dad.

Happy Father’s Day Dads.