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ALL FOR DADDY

All for Daddy
Henry Louis Gates, Jr. admired his father as a young boy, however he wished he could
spend more time with him. "Daddy worked all the time, every day but Sunday" (78). This
was similar to my father's working habits. He would work all day from early in the
morning until late at night. When he came home, he would put on the TV, eat dinner, watch
the Laker game, and go to bed. So, during the week the only time I had with him was while
he was watching his Laker game. In Gates' home it was the same way, "Evenings, we watched
television together, all of us, after I'd done my homework..."(78). My time with my dad
and the Laker game meant more to him than I realized at the time. However, I was "Daddy's
little girl," and I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could, even if it didn't
mean anything to him. I also cherished the time I spent with him on Sunday mornings. He
would sit on the couch and read the newspaper, and even though I couldn't read the paper
well, I remember sitting there next to him mimicking his every move. He would sit with
his right ankle resting on his left knee, and I did the same. He held the paper fully
open with both hands, and I did the same. (Although, it was awkward because the paper was
just about as big as me). I remember him smiling down at me as I sat next to him, and
asking me about the articles I was pretending to read. I would always say, "Daddy, hold
on I'm not done reading it yet." He would smile, and pick up where he left off in his
article.
Gates also treasured his time with his dad. "I used to get up early to have breakfast
with Daddy, eating from his plate...My food didn't taste as good as his. Still doesn't. I
used to drink coffee, too, in order to be like daddy" (79). Gates mimicked his father,
just as I mimicked mine. He wanted a close relationship with his dad, just as I did, but
Gates had a problem which I did not have to deal with.
He had to compete with his brother for his father's attention, and his brother always
seemed to win the battle. "...sports created a bond between Rocky and my father that
excluded me..." (80). Rocky, was more athletically inclined than his brother Gates, and
that's what made him "Daddy's boy."
They were baseball fanatics. They knew who had done what and when, how much everyone had
hit, in what inning, who had scored the most runs in 1922, who the most rbi's. They could
sit in front of a TV for hours at a time, watching inning after tedious inning of
baseball, baseball, baseball (79). 
My father shared that same sports fanaticism with Gates' father. However, my father's
sports realm revolved around basketball - particularly the Los Angeles Lakers. To me, my
dad was like a basketball scholar.
I wanted to impress my dad just as much as Gates wanted to impress his. So, I would sit
in front of the TV trying to absorb every bit of information that I could about
basketball. I knew my dad wanted to be close to me too, but it would have been so much
easier for him if I was a boy. Luckily, I didn't have an older brother to compete with
for my dad's attention, but it was still hard. Finally, around the age of eight I decided
I would join a basketball team. 
I brought up this idea to my dad, and he was thrilled. So, we went down to our local
youth center to sign up. In fact, my dad was so excited that he signed up to be my coach.
Unfortunately for me, I was the only girl in the league. I was scared and intimidated by
the boys, but I had to do it because I didn't want to let my dad down. So, I would stand
under the basket with my arms up and my eyes closed every time a boy came running at me
with basketball in-hand trying to make a shot. I could only hope that I would block it,
so my dad could be proud. 
Gates had similar motives for joining the baseball team. "I despised sports...yet I felt
I had no choice but to try out for the Little League" (81). He only wanted to please his
father, and improve the relationship they had together. Similarly to me, Gates was also
scared:
It's hard to catch a baseball with your eyes closed. Each time a ball came over the
plate, I thanked the Good Lord that the batter hadn't confused my nappy head with the
baseball that had popped its way into my mit. My one time at bat was an experience in
blindness; miraculously, I wasn't hit in the head (81)
However, just like me, he did it so he wouldn't let his dad down. 
Gates and I shared something else: the lack of athletic ability. Although I wasn't
overweight or flat-footed like Gates, I had no real talent when it came to sports. I
couldn't make a basket, I couldn't run fast, and I couldn't block shots. Of course (like
Gates), much of the reason could be due to the fact that my eyes were always closed. 
Luckily for Gates, his dad realized his disinterest in sports after the first game. 
I was exhausted, so we walked easy. He was biding his time, taking smaller steps than
usual so that I could keep up. "You know that you don't have to play baseball, don't you,
boy?" All of a sudden I knew how Moses had felt on Mount Sinai. His voice was a bolt out
of the blue. Oh I want to play, I responded in a squeaky voice. "But you know that you
don't have to play..." (82)After that walk with his father, Gates gladly returned his
Little League uniform and never played "hardball" again. That day was a milestone in
Gates' relationship with his father. From that day forward, things changed. "That day he
knew me, and he seemed to care" (82).
Although I never experienced that kind of realization with my father, sports did create a
bond between us that will never be broken. I don't think my dad ever realized that I
never enjoyed playing sports. He would be heartbroken if he figured that out. However,
even though I didn't enjoy sports, I did enjoy the time I spent with my father.