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He‘s the one when I was six who made sure for many years to come that our family had a twoâ€"week summer vaâ€" cation at a lake up north, even though he didn‘t have enough money to buy a decent suit to work in. He‘s the one when I was seven, who helped explain the meaning of death to me when I couldn‘t comprehend why my grandfather wasn‘t around to listen to baseball games on the radio with me any more. He‘s the one when I was one who told all his buddies that in that cradle was the next hero of the Toronto Maple Leafs. He‘s the one when I was two who taught me to throw a ball the proper way. You couldn‘t learn those things too early. He‘s the one when I was five who told his friends I was the smartest kid in kindergarten and probably the school at Downsview Public after I won an award for tying up my shoelaces in record time. â€" He‘s the one when I was eight who tried to sneak me into the Downsview Boys Club hockey association a year early so I could play with my older friends. And then spent the rest of the night comforting me when they turned me down. He‘s the one when I was nine who took me to my outdoor .)ckey game in a nearâ€"blizzard at 6: 30 a.m. Saturday mormâ€" g and stood outside hoping to see me score my first goal ever. I did too, and afterwards he alternated between patâ€" ting me on my back and rubbing my cold feet. Didn‘t even mention his frostâ€"bitten feet though. He‘s the one when I was 10 who let me skip Saturday morning swim class because he knew if I missed even one fastball practice I wouldn‘t have a snowball‘s chance in hell of landing the first base job. He‘s the one when I was 13 who left for Jamaica with my hockey team needing only a tie to give me my first chamâ€" pionship, and who came back a week later and ignored the customs man at the airport as he searched the waiting room with his eyes to see my victory sign. And who, when he saw me shake my head, could have kicked himself for not being there for the deciding game. % He‘s the one when I was 11 who knew I skated with cement blocks on my feet and tactfully suggested at breakfast one day I‘d probably make a good goalie. He‘s the one when I was 12 who was away on business when I hit my first home run but took me out for a Dairy Queen the minute he got home and heard the news. He‘s the one, when I was 14, who got so nervous during my hockey games that he‘d stand at the end of the arena where I was tending goal to watch the action. When the play was in the other end, he‘d watch, but when it came to my end he‘d duck in the corridor and listen for crowd reaction before reâ€" appearing. If he heard a cheer but didn‘t see the red light. out he‘d come flying with his distinctive cheer "Atta boy Rick®. He‘s the one when I was 15 who became manager of our team and who dug into his own pockets to pay ice time for guys on our team who didn‘t have the six bits needed to play. ut the dividend came at the end of the year when I was on e first championship team in my life. He‘s the one when I was 16 who stopped coming to my games when I kept dropping notâ€"soâ€"subtle hints that it wasn‘t cool for him to be in a dressing room with fourâ€"letter words abounding. I mean. he had only been in the army in World War II but I figured his ears were too sensitive. I realize now it wasn‘t his ears, but his feelings that were senâ€" sitive. especially when I chalked up six shutouts in a row and saw the hurt in his eyes when I came home to tell him. I realized too late that the gooseâ€"eggs meant very little withâ€" out that ~attaâ€"bov‘‘ cheer. He‘s the one. when I was 18. who told all his friends I was the best golfer around. that I was a natural and bound to win He‘s the one. when I was 17. who let me drive his car alone the very night I got my license. even though it was pouring rain. "I know you‘ll be careful." is all he had to say. HE‘S THE ONE Rick Campbell He‘s the one, when I was 22, who realized probably before I did that my active participation in my favorite sports was drawing to a close, and suggested I might like another facet of athletics. Like reporting. He‘s the one, when I was 23, who rarely saw me all year but always had the biggest smile when I‘d come home and shoot a game of pool or watch a Leaf game with him on TV. And who gave me hell when I cut up his hero Bob Goldham on Hockey Night in Canada. â€" He‘s the one, when I was 20, who gave the knowing look when I told my family I won $280 at the track on $2 show bets. And who often came up with anecdotes about his army drinking days when he knew I was drinking too much in college. ‘ He‘s the one when I was 21, who told me I was exactly like him when he started dating girls. Shy, insecure and sure they‘d all say no. "It can‘t hurt to ask." he said. He was right. lots of tournaments. And who told me just to be myself in front of 200 other golfers when I got the heebieâ€"jeebies on the first tee. Tremendous advice, if 260 yards is any indicaâ€" tion. He‘s the one when I was 19. who refused to blast me about my hideous shoulderâ€"length hair knowing full well I had the wisdom and good sense to eventually see how silly it made me look. 4A«*** ELECTRONICS 46 KING ST. SOUTH WATERLOO MON. â€" SAT. 10 A.M. â€" 6 P.M CALL 886â€"1 360 FRI 10 A.M. â€" 9 P.M Auaotin ELECTRONICS OUR PRICE 22 WATTS RMS PER CHANNEL!! 32995 VALUE Sports continues on page 16 Someday I‘d like very much to be even half the human being my father is. It would be no small accomplishment, but I might get there because someone has given me an exâ€" cellent start. He‘s the one, when I was 25, who at a wedding in Chicago asked the sexiest girl in the place to dance, after preâ€" arranging that I would cut in. And who could have kicked my ass when I refused, sitting there like a bump on a log amused at his efforts to handle the disco hustle. Hope you have just a great Father‘s Day, Dad. Heaven knows you deserve it. He‘s the one, now that I‘m 26, who I think deserves a little more than a book of lottery tickets or sonmie after shave loâ€" tion for Father‘s Day. He‘s the one when I was 24, who on the way h(i\ine from a trip downtown just before my sister‘s wedding told me about my entire hockey career, and how I was robbed of the most valuable player award on at least one occasion. But I never really minded what everyone else thought, because I knew he knew I was the best, and that was most important. 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