What's your favourite sports memory you share with your Dad?

Question

What's your favourite sports memory you share with your Dad?

Answer 1

My brothers and I are huge Leaf fans, as was my Dad. Unfortunately my father passed away 4 years ago.

But I will never forget watching Leaf games on Saturday night in our living room on the old black and white TV. Dad was usually cursing(which my brothers and I found QUITE funny) at something "the boys" did or didn't do... Dad ALWAYS had an opinion as how things could be better, what players the Leafs needed to trade...etc. And he would usually yell it at the TV

(as if Punch Imlach could actually hear him...LOL!)We all cheered loudly when the boys scored...it was great. Now that my Dad is gone....I cherish those moments even more. To the end he was a "True Blue" fan...

Answer 2

We could not find an Italian flag anywhere in the city, so my dad MADE one...and not a little one, this HUGE 6 foot by 12 foot flag painted on canvass (don't ask how he had the right colours too but he did!) and he erected this huge pole and flew that flag high and proud on our lawn at the edge of our driveway...someone even tried to swipe it but grandma was pretty quick to shoo them off.



People drove by in their cars and honked horns and flew flags...there was an electricity that was never felt before. And my dad was like a little kid again. I dont' think I've ever seen him so happy and excited about anything. All the patrons along St. Clair pumped music outdoors, some gave freebies, but mostly it was an amazing spirit of unity.



It was one of those days and moments in history which will never repeat

Answer 3

of soccer never waned throughout the years.



I guess my favourite memory of dad was playing soccer with him through the years, but the greatest joy came many years later, back in 80 something (yeah my memory's not the greatest!) when Italy won their first victory over Germany and Toronto had the biggest street party this city had ever seen!



Art Eggleton I believe was the mayor and St. Clair wa

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Answer 5

The best memory, however that I have with my dad is:

after the wheat in the little field we had was harvested, we would tramp down a rough baseball diamond. We invited our neighbours and everyone went out to the field to play "scrub" which was an early form of 3 pitch softball.

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Answer 7

My favorite sports memory with my father also involves my grandfather. My parents come from a small town near Peoria, IL., but I was born and raised just outside of Chicago. My grandfather, as was his father before him, a die-hard Cubs fan, and through my father, I seem to have inherited the genetic defect that causes one to be a Cubs fan for life.

Because cable TV was not around when I was a child, anytime we would visit my grandparents, my father, grandfather and I would sit on their back porch listening to the games on the radio. It's funny how now we have become so used to watching sports on TV that we rarely have to imagine what a line drive to center or a diving stop by the shortstop looks like. Spending all that time having to picture the game in my head taught me more about the game then watching on TV ever could. The best thing of all was that I got to spend 2 1/2 - 3 hours of uninterrupted time with the 2 most cherished men in my life.

When people ask me how I became such a big fan of the game, I always give them the same answer - " I learned the game from my father, and learned to love it from my grandfather."

Answer 8

I grew up on a military base in Alberta. Camp Wainwright, my earliest memory of any sport with my dad was learning to ride a bicycle. I'll never forget when he let go, I ended up kissing a pole.....lol.....did not stop me from getting back on it....I'm proud to say that I still ride a bike....lol.....



there is not much space to do much when you are raised in a Camp....so riding a bike was a big sport 47 years ago......it was the bike or learning to be a tweenie and sit underneath a big mushroom.........i chose the bike!!!! lol for those who don't know what a tweenie is, its before you become a brownie....a initation into girl guides.....

Answer 9

I played Mite and Pee Wee hockey in Edmonton back in the late 60's and early seventies. Back then, we always played outside. Arena's were for minor hockey week or city playoffs because there weren't very may of them back them.



We played shinny at the local rink regardless of what the weather was like, as long as there was enough ice to skate on and the puck could slide. Somtimes it was pretty wet, sometimes it was pretty cold.



My favourite memory of playing hockey and being with my dad is when we would play on really cold nights. I think the cut off back then was -10 farenheit before they would cancel a game. On the nights when it was hovering around -10, it was usually clear skies, and you could see the stars overhead from the box. When you leaned over the boards from the bench to watch the play, clouds of steam from the breath of players and grown ups who were brave enough to stand outside and watch rose up against the lights of the rink, creating a kind of halo around the ice. We were so bundled up under our equipment we could barely skate, and if you ever took a puck to the face or the side of the skate-you knew about it.



Between periods, we would scramble across the frozen path back to the "shack". Every community league had a shack, with two dressing rooms. and a gas heater in the middle of it or off to one side. Parents and kids would all pile in to warm up, and in no time, it was about 100 degrees inside! I can still smell the aroma of melting snow on wool socks and little kids spitting against the heater and warming their gloves on top and their skates underneath.



My father would always come in and say "How are your feet doing?" "Pretty cold" I'd say. He'd unlace my skates and pry my frozen little feet out of my skates. Then he'd put my feet between his hands and rub like hell until I could feel them again. I'd stick my hands in my mouth or under my arms to warm them up.Pretty soon we'd here the whistle blow, warning us to get ready for the next period. My dad would retrieve my skates from next to the stove, slip my warm feet into them and lace them up. "Make sure they're tight" I'd command, "Not too tight" he'd advise, making sure my feet would make it through without getting frostbite. Leaving the shack, the air would hit your lungs like breathing fire, and off we would go, back to the game.



My dad never used to say very much while he rubbed my feet. He would never criticize my playing, even the year I played goalie and let in what I'm sure is still today a record 23 shots. He would offer encouragement and tell me to have fun. I did, and I will never forget those times.

Answer 10

My first hospitalization, in Vancouver's Childrens Hospital, was for 23 months. When I was just 5 years old I got juvenile rheumatoid arthritis, and have used a wheelchair for many years. (I am an only child.)



My Dad coached basketball in the fall, boxing in the winter and baseball in the spring. He made me feel Super at a young age when he asked me to be the Equipment Boy for the sports he was involved in.



Dad told me I was his "Little Man", and although I could not actively play, I could 'manage things' and had a good eye for detail. Dad made me feel "included" and a real part of the action.



When I describe my Father to others, I always say he was a cross between Johnny Appleseed, Buck Rogers, and the writer of the book "The Little Engine that Could". I was a blessed child, for sure.

Answer 11

My dad came here from Italy, and he used to always play soccer when he was young. Needless to say his love of soccer never waned throughout the years.



I guess my favourite memory of dad was playing soccer with him through the years, but the greatest joy came many years later, back in 80 something (yeah my memory's not the greatest!) when Italy won their first victory over Germany and Toronto had the biggest street party this city had ever seen!



Art Eggleton I believe was the mayor and St. Clair was just abuzz with flags and victory chants galore.



We could not find an Italian flag anywhere in the city, so my dad MADE one...and not a little one, this HUGE 6 foot by 12 foot flag painted on canvass (don't ask how he had the right colours too but he did!) and he erected this huge pole and flew that flag high and proud on our lawn at the edge of our driveway...someone even tried to swipe it but grandma was pretty quick to shoo them off.



People drove by in their cars and honked horns and flew flags...there was an electricity that was never felt before. And my dad was like a little kid again. I dont' think I've ever seen him so happy and excited about anything. All the patrons along St. Clair pumped music outdoors, some gave freebies, but mostly it was an amazing spirit of unity.



It was one of those days and moments in history which will never repeat itself, and special to me because it was a magic moment in time which my sister and I shared with my dad. It's still a tradition to gather and celebrate the day whenever Italy wins, only now there's a lot more of us to join in the fun.



Street parties for sport victories have grown like crazy ever since, but that was THE first...and although street parties have became popular for the Argos, the Jays etc....the first was Italy!! It was a proud day and a fabulous one which goes down in the annals of family history, that's for sure.



Dad is close to 80 now, so not much we do these days but reminisce.



My own children are fortunate to have probably the best dad in the world too. My son had lymphoma last year, and it was a trying time, and my husband coaches their little league, hockey, and is the league convenor as well. All three of our kids are very active in sports, and it's all thanks to dad. Mom has to lend a big helping hand too of course and our daughter now umpires as well so it's a busy schedule! ;~)



But I discovered the kindness of people like never before. People were so kind to my son, and all three of my "men" were fortunate enough to have some great seats donated for the Leafs game (not once but twice!) this past season from caring souls, and it was a real thrill for them especially as they were in the skyboxes...again moments to treasure! They are very strong Leaf fans, as we all are and can't wait for you boys to get that Stanley Cup again!! I grew up next door to a now famous hockey player, and mostly all boys in our neighbourhood, so my list of sport stories never ends!



Hey, I just want to say---dads are the best, espcially sports dads and dads who coach and volunteer and make other children's lives just as fulfilling!!



Just want to take this opportunity too, to wish every dad out there a HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!



Never underestimate the importance of sports and fatherhood...the two go hand in hand (in a very positive way) and makes this world go round and round the way it should.



Keep up the great work, Tie! We're strong supporters of Sick Kids and thier organizations too, and Wheelchair baseball, Tim Horton's camps, etc. etc. etc. All kids deserve happiness and health, and to know the thrill and joy of participating in a team sport, and the invaluable interactions and the friendships you make along the way.

Answer 12

foot by 12 foot flag painted on canvass (don't ask how he had the right colours too but he did!) and he erected this huge pole and flew that flag high and proud on our lawn at the edge of our driveway...someone even tried to swipe it but grandma was pretty quick to shoo them off.



People drove by in their cars and honked horns and flew flags...there was an electricity that was never felt before. And my dad was like a little kid again. I dont' think I've ever seen him so happy and excited about anything. All the patrons along St. Clair pumped music outdoors, some gave freebies, but mostly it was an amazing spirit of unity.



It was one of those days and moments in history which will never repeat itself, and special to me because it was a magic moment in time which my sister and I shared with my dad. It's still a tradition to gather and celebrate the day whenever Italy wins, only now there's a lot more of us to join in the fun.



Street parties for sport victories have grown like crazy ever since, but that was THE first...and although street parties have became popular for the Argos, the Jays etc....the first was Italy!! It was a proud day and a fabulous one which goes down in the annals of family history, that's for sure.



Dad is close to 80 now, so not much we do these days but reminisce.

Answer 13

to see the last game of the season against Boston. It was the only time my Dad ever saw a game in the Forum. He has allways been a Habs fan. The goalies were Andy Moog and Patrick Roy and they dueled to a 2-2 final. At the opening faceoff Someone leveled Guy Carbonneau with a devastating hit and Mike Macphee steped in right away and took care of the opponent. The crowd was so loud we could not talk to each other. It was deafening. Similar to being at a rock concert. We've seen Montreal play at Maple Leaf Gardens a few times but nothing compares to seeing the Habs at the the old Montreal Forum. I'm so glad we had the opportunity before they moved to the Bell Centre. We've seen them play Hartford at the Bell (Molson Centre at the Time) Centre but nothing beats the Forum. I'm sorry if our special memory doesn't involve you in the blue and white but that doesn't mean we haven't seen you do you your stuff. First and foremost we are hockey fans and we thank you for your dedication to the sport and are ecpecially grateful for the opportunity to let you know we appreciate that. You were definitely worth watching throughout your carreer and don't let anyone tell you different.

Answer 14

my Dad and I went to Montreal to see the last game of the season against Boston. It was the only time my Dad ever saw a game in the Forum. He has allways been a Habs fan. The goalies were Andy Moog and Patrick Roy and they dueled to a 2-2 final. At the opening faceoff Someone leveled Guy Carbonneau with a devastating hit and Mike Macphee steped in right away and took care of the opponent. The crowd was so loud we could not talk to each other. It was deafening. Similar to being at a rock concert. We've seen Montreal play at Maple Leaf Gardens a few times but nothing compares to seeing the Habs at the the old Montreal Forum. I'm so glad we had the opportunity before they moved t

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It was the only time my Dad ever saw a game in the Forum. He has allways been a Habs fan. The goalies were Andy Moog and Patrick Roy and they dueled to a 2-2 final. At the opening faceoff Someone leveled Guy Carbonneau with a devastating hit and Mike Macphee steped in right away and took care of the opponent. The crowd was so loud we could not talk to each other. It was deafening. Similar to being at a rock concert. We've seen Montreal play at Maple Leaf Gardens a few times but nothing compares to seeing the Habs at the the old Montreal Forum. I'm so glad we had the opportunity before they moved t

Answer 17

I have many memories of sporting events with my Dad - from everywhere: hockey, golf, football and even table tennis!! But one that stands out in my mind is when we use to play football in the backyard. My dad would take turns quarter backing both my older brother and I and run plays into the end zone! I would love it everytime I caught the pass - love being the little sister outwitting her older brother! Recently my dad and I had the opportunity of officiating a high school football playoff final this past fall for the very first time together on the field. We loved that we were able to do that - and being announced as father and daughter was a great memory - and one that not too many people can have, I don't think!!!!

Answer 18

Hi Tie, I just saw about your webpage on Yahoo and read what it all had to say and also signed your guestbook on what you had done for the Teen Centre in Belle River and how much you gave of your self.I have known you since you were a child and remember the days you and your dad would stand in front of the restaurant together with your arms crossed ..Johnny was a good man and a good father to you..I hope that you will always know that there are times it leaves an impact on those watching and remembering..I know that this is about the memories of our own dad but Tie My dad watch Hockey on TV but never had time to go to a game cause he was such a hard working farmer till the day he was killed on Puce Road by a train..he was my hero maybe not a hockey player but a man who taught you to work hard and to never say " it isn't my job, you just did it" it will be 35 years this October 2 when I lost my very best friend but even to this day you mention his name and all the farmers remember all the wonderful memories he left behind as your dad did with you...Thank you for giving me these few moments to remember the awesome person My dad was and always will be in my heart...

Answer 19

My dad works long hours and so he doesn't get home till around 7 or 8 every night and by then he is usually tired and will sit down with a beer and watch tv. However in the winter every night me, my brother and my dad go out into the back yard, my dad with his special "rink building jacket, gloves, and shoes", and we begin to build the rink. After assembling the boards in the late fall (the ground would be too frozen in the winter), all that`s left to do is flatten the snow with our snowboards, and my dad will do the first flood of the year, flattening the slush every few seconds to make the perfect rink. Then the next night he'll get home at his usual time, we'll get dressed up again, go out, shovel the rink off together, then put another flood on. This goes on for a while before the ice is thick enough to skate on. Then, being the awesome coach he is, my dad will take out the bag of pucks, put up the nets, and set up pylons for me and my brother and teach us how to play the great Canadian game. My favourite part about it all was the fact that we got to spend 2 hours every night just us (me and my bro) and our dad. Hockey has always been a big part of my life and I have my dad to thank for it. Now I'm 17 and still playing hockey twice a week during the summer before picking up where I left off in the Winter.

Answer 20

I think it was back in '89 when my Dad and I went to Montreal to see the last game of the season against Boston. It was the only time my Dad ever saw a game in the Forum. He has allways been a Habs fan. The goalies were Andy Moog and Patrick Roy and they dueled to a 2-2 final. At the opening faceoff Someone leveled Guy Carbonneau with a devastating hit and Mike Macphee steped in right away and took care of the opponent. The crowd was so loud we could not talk to each other. It was deafening. Similar to being at a rock concert. We've seen Montreal play at Maple Leaf Gardens a few times but nothing compares to seeing the Habs at the the old Montreal Forum. I'm so glad we had the opportunity before they moved to the Bell Centre. We've seen them play Hartford at the Bell (Molson Centre at the Time) Centre but nothing beats the Forum. I'm sorry if our special memory doesn't involve you in the blue and white but that doesn't mean we haven't seen you do you your stuff. First and foremost we are hockey fans and we thank you for your dedication to the sport and are ecpecially grateful for the opportunity to let you know we appreciate that. You were definitely worth watching throughout your carreer and don't let anyone tell you different.

Answer 21

Saturday night hockey on tv are some of the best momories I have of with my Dad. That meant I could stay up past eight and have chips and pop too! He wasn't just my Dad , he was my hero. I could ask him anything about the game and he always had an answer to my questions. I remember I had to go to bed after the second period, but more often than not, I'd fall asleep well before the second buzzer. And when I woke up the next morning, i never asked if the Canadiens won. The only thing I wanted to know was how many goals Guy Lafleur scored! I still watch hockey with my father to this day, and I hope he knows how much the time I spend with him means to me!

Answer 22

ry is watching les Canadiens on "La Soiree du Hockey" on saturday night. I grew up in the sixties and saturday was bath day and after we would sit by the stove and watch hockey. There were only the original teams then and hockey seemed to be a lot more exciting. My dad was a simple and hard working man, we were not well to do but we had everything we needed, love, warmth and a fabulous sense of humour. I miss him very much. Wherever you are papa, Happy Father's day!

Answer 23

I have a rather special memory. My father was the coach of the Halifax based Saint Mary's Huskies and due to that fact I was able to be the waterboy as well as the stick boy. I also was allowed to practice with the team before week-end home games.This was the catalist for a father-son bond. My father was a very closed man but when it came to hockey he could not get enough. He would go so far as to sit in the stands way up in the nosebleed section to keep stats on My games. This drove me to my love of hockey even though he was an all-star defence/forward and I played goal.

Answer 24

Well, when I was a child growing up a born Canadian in a Trinidadian family was hard because your friends would encourage you into other sports as hockey and basketball while your family would encourage soccer or cricket. I remember growing up all my life loving a lot of sports. Recently, I played on my high school soccer team. I was so happy to just be on the team. I would tell my dad all about the team and he would never come to one game because he had work and if he did get home, he would be too tired. Throughout the first 5 games, our record was 0 wins, 2 loses, and 3 ties. My family would joke about our team record. My dad used to secretly come to our practices on the weekend and watch us play but I never knew. On our 7th game versus a top ranked school, I made a mistake and left my man open and he got the ball and went on a breakaway. All of a sudden I saw my dad and he was cheering. I suddenly thought that I could get this guy. I started to run like there was no tomorrow. All of sudden, I had the ball and I passed it to one of my teammates. We won that game 3-1. Our first win of the season. After the game, I went and spoke to my dad. I didn't tell him how happy I was that he was there but he probably knew by the look on my face. Boy, am I ever happy he came to that game. It was the best day of my life. This shows that anything is possible even when the odds are against you. As long as you have family and friends behind you, you can do anything. My dad is my inspiration and he is the reason why I play soccer and I love it. I do everything I can to become just like my dad but I could never take his footsteps because no one will ever be like him.

Answer 25

My Dad was a Maple Leaf fan, mostly a Big M fan. So all that rubbed off on me as a teenager. In 1971, Frank Mahovlich was dealt to Montreal and reunited with his brother Pete. I can remember watching every game of the Stanley cup finals that year with my Dad as Montreal won the cup lead by the Big M's record setting playoff points at that time.

The family would get together for a friendly game of poker and three nines would be called Frank Mahovlich in reference to his number 27. This memory will be stuck in my mind forever. We lived in a small town in Newfoundland and never had the luxury of actually seeing an NHL game and in those years our TV reception wasn't all that great either but we never missed Hockey Night in Canada no matter how bad the reception. It was pretty exciting sometimes when we could actually see the puck.

Answer 26

Me and dad would talk keep talking down about each others team we either had people supporting us from the other fan opposite from each others team. It was liked me and the other packers fans versus my dad and the other redskin fans! In the end my team won but I know that it was one of the best time i experienced between me and my dad because my dad has no sons. And i know he thinks it's cool to have someone else in the house that he can enjoy sports with!

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I was 17yearsold my first football visit to a stadium game my dad liked redskins & i like packers. We live in washington and the packers played at redskins stadium i was so excited i even met other packer fans i was surronded around redskins jerseys including my dad! Me and dad would talk keep talking down about each others team we either had people supporting us from the other fan opposite from each others team. It was liked me and the other packers fans versus my dad and the other redskin fans! In the end my team won but I know that it was one of the best time i experienced between me and my dad because my dad has no sons. And i know he thinks it's cool to have someone else in the house that he can enjoy sports with!

Answer 29

Hello,

My family being born and raised in British Columbia Canada was brought up on all sports. Hockey, Car racing, skating, swimming, fishing and hunting were and still is the number #1 sport in our homes. For generations back.

Father would come home from a hard days work mainly, Fridays tell mom to pack up the camper and take all 11 of us kids camping, fishing.



The best memory I can clearly remember was going to the Misson BC. Canada Soap Box Derbies. (1964) Watching them come barrelling down the street, cotton candy in one hand, face all dirty for candy and dad yelling, cheering having a blast. Those were the good old days. Unfortunately my father had a stroke and passed away two years ago only to leave heart warming memories kept lock away in one heart, like the good old Soap Box Derbies along time ago.

What one wouldn't give to turn back time. Rarely can even afford or remember a hockey at the GM stadium either then on TV. (I have always loved Pat Quinn and Don Cherry as my father did)

Thank you and Happy Father's Day Dads ;-)

Answer 30

Oh so many sports memories with my dad! Just thinking of them makes me laugh out loud. My favorite? That would have to be the most special one, when he took me to my first New York Yankee's game. I was about six or seven years old, but I remember it so well. It was just some father and daughter quality time. At that time I didn't really understand the game of baseball, I just loved the time I spent with my daddy. I was so excited by all of the sounds blasting from the speakers, and the displays on the large screen. The trumpets, the crowd, I loved it all! The only thing that could make it better was being with my dad. After the game, he bought me a yankee teddy bear, and a little yankee jacket. Then, we went out and got some of the delicious New York swirly icecream! My dad was in the military then, so I never got to spend so much time with him, and we lived in Germany, so going all the way to New York, it was all just so amazing, and I'll never forget it!

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I grew up with 7 brothers and sisters in rural Waterloo County. We weren't able to play hockey or any organized arena sports as they were too expensive.

My dad loved winter sports though, and took us toboganning and ice sliding. He even made ice rinks in our yard when the weather allowed it.



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It was one of those days and moments in history which will never repeat itself, and special to me because it was a magic moment in time which my sister and I shared with my dad. It's still a tradition to gather and celebrate the day whenever Italy wins, only now there's a lot more of us to join in the fun.

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Answer 35

My favorite hockey moment was winning tickets to a local double A hockey game when I was ten! I asked my Dad to go with me. I was so excited, never experiencing a real live game before. We went and had hotdogs, popcorn and drinks. I got a Flin Flon Bombers mini goalie stick which I still have 20 years later. I don't remember whether my team won or lost, or what the score was. What I remember was learning about the game that I know love, and snuggling with my Dad to try and stay warm!

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Answer 36

It was spring and I was in grade 9. That day at school I had a message from the office to be waiting for my dad after school. When he picked me up, he had managed to obtain a pair of standing room tix to game 5 of the 1993 SCF's. It blew my mind, my dad wasn't much of a hockey man, and I had never been to a game.

We RUSHED to Montreal!

As if being there was not enough, my beloved Habs won game 5 and The Stanley Cup that night. Every person there was grinning cheek to cheek, even my dad.

That was the only game my father and I ever went to. But its the still the fondest memory I have of him.

The older I get, the more I appreciate fathers, mothers, and family.



Happy Fathers Day!

Answer 37

My dad used to coach our girl´s softball team. He used to practise with me on our driveway, and when I started learning to be pitcher I wasn´t very good. The ball used to hit the garage door again and again. Bam ...Bam... Bam...! I guess the whole neighbourhood could tell when I was out practising every evening. My dad didn´t even care about the dents in the garage door! (although my mom did!)



Our team wasn´t really that good. We occasionally won games, but often lost. However, my dad always made sure we were just having fun. He never got angry with us, or much less yelled at us, as we heard some other coaches do to their teams. Of course, I think we would have liked to have win more, but I know that we enjoyed softball more than a lot of other kids that summer.



Now that I´m a mom myself, I am encouraging my own children to join sports teams as well. I don´t care which sport they choose, it is only important to me that they have a good time and don´t get overly competitive about it. For me, that´s what sports are all about - having a great time!! And when I hear the neighbourhood kids practising soccer against their own garage door, I first cringe at every "BAM", but then I remember myself doing the same thing, and I´m glad that their own parents can put up with it too!

Answer 38

The best memory I can clearly remember was going to the Misson BC. Canada Soap Box Derbies. (1964) Watching them come barrelling down the street, cotton candy in one hand, face all dirty for candy and dad yelling, cheering having a blast. Those were the good old days. Unfortunately my father had a stroke and passed away two years ago only to leave heart warming memories kept lock away in one heart, like the good old Soap Box Derbies along time ago.

Answer 39

I recall watching Hockey Night in Canada with my Dad since I was a little boy. In 1993 when I was in my late thirties and my Dad had just turned 61, we watched our last game together sitting on his hospital bed, Diabetes had changed his eyes so much, he could hardly see the tiny 10" screen. None the less, there we sat on the edge of his bed, my arm around him because he could no longer balance himself.



I have a picture of this in my head, as my family said it was quite the site from the "rear" view, with my Dad and I sitting in such a loving manner, except that his back and butt were exposed thru the hospital gown.



Two days later he slipped into a coma and died the following week. Now, I think of him whenever I watch hockey and know he's cheering by my side.

Answer 40

My favorite sports memory i shared with my dad was when my dad and I always used to the Canucks Games for a tradition, we always got a hot dog each and had a pop each and at the end we used to go try to get our pucks signed by Fin the mascot and usually the next day we went to the local ice arena to play hockey and we pretended that I was the Canucks team and he was the Flames team and we played hockey and my dad usually whon but on occasion i whon that was fun! That was a tradition and still is we still go to the Canucks games and after we still play on the ice arena and i still am the Canucks and he still is the Flames!

Answer 41

I grew up without my dad for the most part, but when I was about 11 he started calling again. We talked about school and friends and things like that, but (shockingly enough, as I'm not a big sports fan) we were able to bond mostly over soccer games on TV... He sent me a list of all the scores from FIFA 2006.

I know that doesn't sound like much, but it's an important memory to me. I've only seen my dad once in my memory, but we've still gotten to know each other pretty well and got to bond over a common love of soccer.

Answer 42

Well first off let me say Congrats on a successful run with the Maple Leafs. You inspired many young Leafs fans. I hope one day the Leafs will win the Cup! It would be sooo crazy at Air Canada Center!!

Well, being a Leaf fan all my life I would have to say in 2002 when the Carolina Hurricanes beat the Leafs in overtime to send them to the Stanley Cup finals. I remember vividly I was half awake and half asleep and Curtis Joseph let in a soft goal. That was probably the most exciting Leaf run in a while! Well this year the Ducks won the cup- they deservered it, great captain Scott Niedermayer, goalie J.S Gigure and rock solid defence by Pronger and Beauchemin. I hope the Leafs can at least make it to the playoffs this year!

Answer 43

The family would get together for a friendly game of poker and three nines would be called Frank Mahovlich in reference to his number 27. This memory will be stuck in my mind forever. We lived in a small town in Newfoundland and never had the luxury of actually seeing an NHL game and in those years our TV reception wasn't all that great either but we never missed Hockey Night in Canada no matter how bad the reception. It was pretty exciting sometimes when we could actually see the puck.

Answer 44

My favourite sports memory with my Dad is from when I was in my first year of college. Growing up I had three older brothers and lots of kids my age to play hockey with so my Dad never really played at all.



I was home for Christmas and as a family we managed to convince my Dad to play a little hockey with us on our backyard rink. I was in goal and my Dad scored on me as my sister snapped off a picture and the smile on his face is something that I will and our family will cherish forever. A few weeks after this my father passed away from a massive heart attack.



That was over twenty years ago and I still think of that special hockey moment that we were able to share.

Answer 45

I'd say growing up in the city of champions and watching the Oilers win all those cups but that is not the moment.



It happen last year the Oilers beat the Duck to move opn in the playoffs. I had come from Calgary to be with my family for the weekend and my dad wanted to go out a celebrate by honkin the horn of or car as we all celebrated.



Well I said forget this lets go to Whyte Ave. He was a scared as he said young kids are crazy forgeting he once was the very crazy he spoke of. Anyways we got there and he became a party animal and it was alot of fun and we have the Oilers to thank for that moment.



Peace out Tie.



Sunny

Answer 46

My dad and I were at his in-laws house for Thanksgiving (US Thanksgiving). I was up visiting for the holiday.

The Thanksgiving NFL Football game was on. Everyone was yelling and rehashing old family issues that did not concern me or my dad - so we grabbed a beer and went out on the sun porch and turned the game on. I shut the door and we sat on the couch. My dad and I both fell asleep on the couch, watching the game just enjoying each others company. There was no fanfare. No exciting play that sticks in my head. Just me and my dad having a beer - falling asleep to the game we love and not being bothered with anything else.



When we woke up - we were both sitting in the same position: head back (snoring), right arm up on the back of the couch (his arm behind me), and left hand still holding a semi-cold beer. We woke up to cameras. Someone had peeked out and decided that it was a Kodak moment.



We just looked at each other and smiled and finished watching the game. After the life we have had - the ups and downs. The times that we didn't talk or didn't understand one another - we deserved to just hang out. It helped me realize how much like him I am - and I have made piece with that and with him.



The rest of the night. The rest of the family laughed at us but treated each other a little nicer. I was ok with that. It was a great holiday and an amazing game.

Answer 47

Being the only offspring not to be into sports I didn't manage to have much of a relationship with my father, in comparison to my sister (a pitching star) and my two brothers (both fantastic baseball players). In 1994 a girlfriend introduced me to the excitement of the NHL and hockey because the local team (Vancouver Canucks) were having an amazing year.

About five years ago we realized we were both hockey fans and soon we were watching every game together. Since that year my relationship with my father has grown and we are now the closest of friends.The valuable father/daughter time spent watching hockey games has been incredible as we learn more about each other and experience the thrill of an exciting sport together. Now if I have to miss a game because of work or other circumstances my Dad texts me during the game to update me on scores and big highlights. I of course do the same for him. So although simple, my memories will last a lifetime.

Answer 48

My memory that stands out is being in the left field bleachers on "bat day" for a Seattle Pilots game. Many people don't remember the Seattle Pilots. They were a MLB franchise that was in Seattle for only one or two years, and then moved to Milwaukee and became the Brewers. Anyway, they played at Sics Seattle Stadium, which was an expanded minor league park. All the outfield seating was built of wood. Everyone in the park had been given a free baseball bat. The game was a sellout. The whole crowd was pounding the bats onto the wooden bleachers. It was a thunder like nothing I've heard before or since. My dad was never a huge sports fan, but we both became baseball fans on that day.

Answer 49

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Answer 50

i have to say it was when i was about 15. I was goin to an under 18 Olympic camp and it was out in the middle of nowhere. So as we were talkin and driving he started openin up, see my dad is a pretty quite reserved type of person so this opening up is awesome when it happens. So as we proceed towards our destination we go through some little town and he just says, "i'm banned from that pub for 99 years". I had to laugh cause his story was hilarious. It may have had nothing to do with hockey but it definately made me appreciate the driving time we had together.

Answer 51

My fondest memory is watching les Canadiens on "La Soiree du Hockey" on saturday night. I grew up in the sixties and saturday was bath day and after we would sit by the stove and watch hockey. There were only the original teams then and hockey seemed to be a lot more exciting. My dad was a simple and hard working man, we were not well to do but we had everything we needed, love, warmth and a fabulous sense of humour. I miss him very much. Wherever you are papa, Happy Father's day!

Answer 52

I grew up with 7 brothers and sisters in rural Waterloo County. We weren't able to play hockey or any organized arena sports as they were too expensive.

My dad loved winter sports though, and took us toboganning and ice sliding. He even made ice rinks in our yard when the weather allowed it.



The best memory, however that I have with my dad is:

after the wheat in the little field we had was harvested, we would tramp down a rough baseball diamond. We invited our neighbours and everyone went out to the field to play "scrub" which was an early form of 3 pitch softball.

My dad always played with us. :) He showed me how to hold the bat, "place" the hit and catch and throw properly.



He's 75 now and battling cancer. I miss those days, but I treasure each day that he is with us now.



blessings :)

Answer 53

After my mom and dad split up my brothers and sister and I hardly ever spent any time with him because he moved a long distance away. One summer, we all went to stay with him where he worked as a police officer. They were holding some kind of sports day so dad took us there. He didn't realize it was a baseball game for the elders and youngsters. My siblings and I were all too young to participate in the game so we became spectators. Dad was talked into playing. I remember feeling very proud of my dad when it was his turn up to bat (dad was a pretty big guy back then). He looked at us all and said, "I hope I hit the ball." We all laughed. He steped up to the plate, took his stance, and everyone in the outfield moved as far back as they could. When he swung at the ball, everyone was holding their breath. Sure enough, he hit a home run. He ran so fast around second that he almost fell down. When he came back to the bench, all of his children jumped all over him in excitement. Dad was so out of breath that he fell over and we all laughed while we tried to help him up. This is my fondest sports memory of my dad.

Answer 54

My favorite Sports memory of my Dad and I is back in 1990 when I was 10 years old. I loved the Toronto Blue Jays, and my Dad loved the Detroit Tigers. Well, one day my Dad surprised me by taking me to my first baseball game. We never had the best seats, it was in the bleachers, and my Dad still to this day sits up real high in the stands. Well anyways, here is my first game, we are in Detroit, Toronto got a home run and alls you can hear is me over top all the boos, is GO JAYS!!! ,Tigers Suck!!! I still to this day remember the looks on peoples faces and my Dads as he sat in disbelief, but the other fans found me cute I think, because they were all laughing after they seen I was a little girl. We still go to games, and every time my Dad just has to remind me of that very first game. (I don't remember who won that game) Still waiting to go to our first hockey game together...of course it's the usual rivalry, Dad loves the Wings, I love the Leafs...living in Windsor you would think we should have gone to one by now. But I am sure when we do go, that will be another great memory to look back on and laugh about.

Answer 55

My really favourite memory is when my dad and I decided to play hockey (on rollerblades on a paved arena) one day, it was my first ever time on roller blades, which made it impossible for me, first because I have bad knees that always dislocate, second, because I never knew how to rollerblade, and it didn't help slapping a hockey stick in my hand on top of all that. Anyhow, I took the game real slow, especially at the beginning, my dad, who has bladed for years totally outskated me. By probably the "second period" in our little game, I was really starting to get the feel of it. However, the best part of the memory was when my dad fell down, three times, and all three times, he was standing on one spot waiting for me to "make my move". It was priceless, especially when he gave me the look and blamed me for pushing him. (I was across the cement rink the whole time).



My other memory was, well, after public skating on the local arena, my dad took me to see the hockey game, I loved it, the best part was, my dad always refused to get me a pop and chips, so I'd bug him and bug him, until he couldn't take it. (I was only about 6 or 7 then) This went on every Sunday.

Answer 56

Hi Tie, When I was 11 back in the 70's my dad took me to my first NHL game at the Garden's, they won 2-1. After the game he took me down where the players come out, there I managed to get an amazing amount of autographs with many smiles from the players. I was the happiest girl for at least a year after that. I still have that autograph book and will always treasure that memory with my father. I lost him in 1991.

Answer 57

Everyone has their favourite sports memory that they share with their Dad. My would be going to a hockey game(the first time that I've been to one) with my Dad. It was Father's Day and I planned something special for him. I planned a to give him an autographed stick from his favourtie player, Tiger Williams. Instead he surprised me and signed me up for a skate with other little kids during the first intermission. Later I gave him the autographed stick that I planned to give. In the end both of us were so happy... my Dad and I were so happy that words can describe our happiness.

There is also a time where he would drive me to play hockey everyday before school and after school. I will always remeber this special memory. Thank you for reading!

Answer 58

When I was 10 my Dad took me to Maple Leaf Gardens to minnasota play the habs. We have both been leaf fans together ever since. I only made it back to the gardens once before they tore it down.



We lived in Northern Ontario and it was almost a day to drive into the big smoke and a day back after a sleep in a hotel that had a pool! - a big deal for me at the time.



It probably was not so big for him but i will never forget that time when we really started our buddy relationship instead of being the enforcer in the family.



I still call him when Leaf games are on the tube even though we live hundreds of miles away fron each other.



Just a couple of buddies having a beer and enjoying the game. We rarley speak of anything else at these time no matter what is going on in our lives at the time.



My mother tells me she was peeved when he heard him teaching me my first word- Ma-hav-o-lich.



Darrell D'Orsay

Answer 59

Me and my dad went to see Georgia Tech play UGA on Thanksgiving day in Atlanta, on the very last time the game was played on the traditional day before it was moved to the Saturday after. My dad went even though he was a UGA fan and not a Tech fan like me. We sat in the endzone and it was freezing cold that day as I remember it back in 1996. It was the very first time I got to see a game live and I loved sharing that experience with my pops, even though Tech blow a first half lead of 14 points to lose 17-14. I also got to see one of the all time great guys to play at Tech that day play his heart out, thank you pops for going with me and thank you Joe Hamilton for being a great role model, player (even though you were not on the best team) and just a great guy.

Answer 60

My favorite memory with my Dad is when they would play baseball. Because I was under age I could not play. But if someone was short a girl player they would allow me to play on that team. Nothing was more exciting for me when I got to play with my Dad and two brothers. I know that it may seem to be pennyless to may people. But nothening made me happer then to be able to see my Dad smile when I hit the ball and got on base. I was never a good baseball player. But for my Dad to let me play means a lot to me. For those memories I will always hold close. For my Dad is unable to play any sports because of his arthritis. And I thank God that I was able to play those couple of games with him.

Thank you for listening Holly

Answer 61

Since my father became blind legally, he still picks up the paper and with his huge magnifying glass he tries to scan the scores and read as much as he can, but taking him to a Red Wings game and him hearing the crowd, and at times getting a glimpse of the puck and the smile on his face was more then I could ask for. I use to for hours ask him trivia questions on sports, his knowledge was impeccable and telling me about the good old days was a treasure in its self. At 93 he still tries to watch all the games and has been a Tiger and Red Wing fan since I was a child. My father is the best sport I know.

Answer 62

My parents weren't rich but I would say that we were very happy . I will always remember going to a small village in Quebec and fishing on th river banks , and my dad caught this huge fish , it was more then likely a pike . It was always fun to be with him . We would go later on as we where growing up on Lake Roger in Northern QC . We had upgraded to boat fishing at point and just prior to my dad death he still ask to go fishing , and I couldn' t because I was a father by then and I had to go home in Ontario for father's day . I told him tat I would be back in 2 weeks , he had passed away in those 2 weeks , but the memories are still there . And now I go fishing with my son and we do so on many occasions . I call it quality times and peaceful . Great career Tie , I hope you go fishing with your children , and God bless you and your family . Eric

Answer 63

Well it would have to be the first time I went to maple leaf gardens with my dad on my 14-birthday, it was my first hockey game ever and we had gold seats to the left of the goal, it was San Jose Sharks, they beat us 2-1, I didn't care so much that we lost because I was in awe of the building and the history and seeing my leafs play, and to be there with my dad made it extra special, we been to a few other games since but I always remember the first.

Answer 64

1989...a year every CFL fan knows about. My dad and I were (and still are) huge 'Rider fans and like the rest of us we seemed to think every year was 'our' year. 1989 was no exception, we truly believed it was our year. Grey Cup in Toronto, Saskatchewan vs Hamilton. Like usual the 'Riders were the underdogs and again like usual the people in Regina would have you believe they were the favourites. Like Grey Cup tradition the usual group of 'Rider Priders would gather around the small TV, eating chips, drinking beer and cheering and booing as if we were actually sitting at the Skydome. It was an emotional game, many ups and many downs. Back and forth all game but just when it seems Hamilton was going to win with under a minute left in the 4th quarter and most people already giving up, Kent Austin gets the team in range for a field goal to win the game with no time left on the clock. It all came down to the last second kick.



I will never forget that moment, all of us quiet as a mouse waiting for what seemed to be hours for Dave Ridgeway to attempt the field goal. I was beside my dad and I will never forget the moment when we watched the ball sail through the uprights, the expression on my dad's face, you would have sworn he had just won a million dollars. We high fived, cheered and screamed. We had to go out and celebrate so my dad and I put the T-Tops in the garage and went crusing in his 1987 Oldsmobile Cutlass on the cold Saskatchewan November night. We went on Albert St. in Regina I will never forget him honking the horn and me waving my green and white pom-poms out the t-roof of the car with thousands of other fans driving up and down honking and cheering. It is a memory my dad and I wil have forever and we are season ticket holders today and hope again each year we can feel the way we felt in 1989 once again. I just hope my dad is still alive to see it happen again as 1989 was a long long time ago....

Answer 65

In September 1999,I was competing for the Mann Cup in Victoria,Bc with the Victoria Shamrocks.I was a lacrosse player that grew up playing Lacrosse and Hockey in Clarkson(Mississauga).My parents were very supportive to say the least.

I had moved from the GTA to Vancouver in early 1997,it was hard on my father he was use to watching my Lacrosse close to home,Mississauga(Junior),Buffalo Bandits NLL.



My parents Bob and Kathy made the trip to Vancouver Island for the Mann Cup series.They stayed in the harbour @ the lauel Point Inn,enjoying the finer parts of the west coast during the series.ie: Whale watching,Fishing,dinners out!!



When it came to Lacrosse my father came to all the games and was close to the action,pre and post game... it was awsome!! As a son,I could see how proud he was of his only son,with his name on the back of the Shamrocks Jersey (Doddridge). was going for a "lacrosse record",winning a (7) seventh Mann Cup Championship.

I will always remember the day, we were going to clinch the championship.The family I stayed with while in Victoria "The Savory's" liz and Brett,were getting things started during my pre game nap.

As I got ready for the Clinching game of the 4 out of 7 series,there was a great feeling around the great lacrosse town of Victoria,BC.



That evening,the Victorious Victoria Shamrocks won the Mann Cup in the historic Memorial Arena,my father was on the floor post game.We had some great photos with the Mann Cup(the Stanley cup of Lacrosse).



I have always been proud to be Captain Bob Doddridge's son,I will say that evening in Victoria was the best father/son feeling I had ever had.



Neil Doddridge

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Answer 66

Two things that I remember from my childhood as a daughter, was my dad teaching me how to fish. I had to learn how to bait the hook and take the fish off the hook. I still remember the first time we went fishing and I caught two rainbow trout and my dad caught nothing! The second thing that I remember is going to the air show at the CNE. It was so noisy and hot! But, it was something that Dad liked. I also got my love of the outdoors and camping from him. He was a Cub leader and in those days it was not co-ed but how I wanted to be a Cub. I eventually became a Beaver and then Cub leader when my own son entered Scouting.

Answer 67

My favourite memories of spending time with my dad were when he first taught me to skate.



He bought me my first pair of skates when I was 5- they were those little white plastic ones with the little pink stripe on the side.



All the other girls were doing their gymnastics and dance classes, while I would walk through freezing temperatures every evening with my dad to go skating at the little rink near our house. He would bring along one of those little plastic chairs for me to maintain balance on.



When I had my skates on, he would take the snowboots I wasn't wearing and place them in a way that I could skate around to practise turning. I would sometimes fall over, but he has told me that I would never let us walk back home until I was able to skate it perfectly.



When I succeeded, my dad would always buy me a cup of hot chocolate from the canteen next to the rink. I would shower him with questions on how well I was skating, and if I was getting better. Everyday he told me that I had done a great job and made him proud. That was the best feeling in the world.



That's how I developed my love for skating. And although I'll never be an incredible skater, I'll remember how much I loved spending time with my dad to this day!

Answer 68

Spending all that time having to picture the game in my head taught me more about the game then watching on TV ever could. The best thing of all was that I got to spend 2 1/2 - 3 hours of uninterrupted time with the 2 most cherished men in my life.

Answer 69

As the only girl & the youngest in the family I was daddies little princess. However I was a raging tomboy always trying to live up to my roughhousing sport playing older brothers. My fondest memory with my dad regarding sports occured becouse of this and so I wanted to play baseball. There were no teams in our area with any spots left becouse they were short on coaches so after much bugging my Dad decided to coach my team the Pink Panthers! We were a misfit bunch of 7 years old but I was so proud becouse I was on a team and my Dad was the coach! I have many fond memories of standing out in the playground chasing softballs my dad would hit to us and just proud to be there with my father. He gave me a love of sports but more importantly he taught me the meaning of good sportsmanship and trying your hardest and being proud for doing your best even if you didn't win. I learnt the value of quality time and being involved with your childrens lives. I really did learn the most important things at the hands of my father.

Answer 70

I grew up without a father but I had a wonderful grandfather who loved hockey.I was the oldest grandchild so it was my privilege to sit curled up beside my Grandad on Saturday night and watch the hockey games with him.

He would patiently answer my questions and taught me the rules and the names of the players and their positions etc.

We loved yelling at the players and watching the fights and arguing about whether there should have been a penalty called.

He would flood his backyard every winter and we would go out and skate and I would pretend I was in the NHL even though I couldn't skate worth a darn!!

Just having a male role model in my life was special enough but to have a love of sports,esp.hockey was a real honour.

I was to later give birth to a son with epilepsy and developmental disabilities and his Dad and I enrolled him in hockey to help with his motor skills and socialization.I know my Grandad would have been very proud to know that because of his attention to me and our Saturday Nights watching Hockey Night in Canada that another generation grew to love hockey as well.

Answer 71

Unfortunately, my dad passed away when I was eight years old, but I had 2 great uncles who were not only great sports fans, but included my brother and I in watching many sports events, mostly on TV, as no one could afford much. My Uncle Lou took us to the local hockey and baseball, and managed to get tickets once, and were absolutely thrilled to sit in "The Greys" at Maple Leaf Gardens for a Leafs game in 1971!!

Another favourite memory is being with my Uncle Al, watching the last few minutes of the hockey game and seeing the his/our beloved Toronto Maple Leafs win the Stanley Cup in 1967 ( I was 10 yrs. old). Little did we know we were watching true history in the making!

Over the years, my Uncle Al, my brother and myself spent many hours watching the Leafs, Argos and later the Jays together. He taught us much, and especially for 'just a girl', it was wonderful to learn about cars and mathematics from him. His love of children taught me to realize how lucky I was to be healthy when he spoke about one of Toronto's greatest institutions, "Sick Kids". Although he didn't have much, he always found 'extra' money for the Sick Kids charities, and admired how the Leafs players always spent time with the kids there, and for the Leafs organization donating money. Uncle Al is gone now, but lives on in my heart forever.



Here's wishing you, Tie, and my 'baby' brother Paul, and ALL the wonderful dads out there a very

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!

Answer 72

My favorite sports memory with My Dad is going to Winnipeg Arena to watch the Jets play. We would go every year for my birthday and other times during the year too. We would sit up in the higher seats & if we saw empty seats closer to the ice we would wait until we were sure the people who had tickets for them weren't gonna show up & then we would go down & sit there. My favorite players were Teemu & Tie! Those were fun happy times we shared together!

Answer 73

My mother remarried when I was 9 and my step dad was the first male influence in my life. Things were a little shaky at first, then my new dad joined a father/son baseball team through his work. But I'm not a son, I'm a daughter and figured it would be another thing my brother would be doing. The first practice came and our whole family went to the park. To my surprise, dad threw the glove to me and told me I was to be his 'son' for the season! I never became much of a ball player but that summer I truly became a daughter to my dad,and vice versa.

Answer 74

There were 5 kids in my family, but my dad always found time on week-ends to play baseball with us in the field near where we lived. The best memory I have is when I finally hit the ball. I was the youngest and so required more patience than the rest. I think the best part, looking back is when he didn't complain when the ball I hit scored a bulls-eye on his knee! I had to be reminded to run the bases.

Answer 75

When I was a YOUNG GIRL.( in the 60's)..

Girls didn't play hockey.. heaven forbid a girl ever did that.... but I always sat with my dad , my grandfather, my cousins and my uncles on sundays and watched the hockey games..on the old black and white TV...I LOVED IT !!!

Boom Boom , Mahovolich, Orr , Howe , Kelly , Lafleur etc.. were all the rage in those days..

I remember all these men in my family, sitting there glued to the TV...NEVER in a million years ever thought a girl would be accepted to play the National Game....

I always thought we ( women) could.. they used to razz me about being a female hockey player ..

IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN....and I never forgot it...

I didn't even learned to skate.... but my love of Hockey, has never died...

I am proud to say that from the time I was a girl... I knew women could and can play the game... and I enjoy their awards as if they were my own.....

So my greatest memory.. is now being RIGHT !!!!!

Even if those that teased me... are gone...

I know they are looking down and saying..

Ya Know that Girl was right after all..

Women can play GREAT HOCKEY !!!!!!!

Answer 76

My favorite memory is play ball in the backyard. Hundreds and maybe thousands of time we played whatever sport we were into at that time. My dad threw the football, baseball, frisbee, hit a few volleyballs, and even threw a few balls down the bowling alley. MY dad was an all around sports guy. Thanks dad!

Answer 77

I lived in Ottawa and my Dad was in Kingston and I would visit every weekend when he became ill. He loved watching the PBR every Sunday afternoon so I started watching it with him. I didn't particularly care for bull riding but actually came to enjoy it except for the really bad wrecks. We spent a lot of Sunday's together and I treasure the memories. After Dad passed it was a long time before I could watch bull riding again. To me it was the best time spent with my father. This may not seem very interesting to most people but to me it was very special.

Answer 78

My name is Ty. My dad named me after you but wasn't allowed to spell it the same way... My favorite sports memory that I share with my dad is when he took me to my first ever NHL game when I was 5 years old. It was in Vancouver and it was against the Maple Leafs. We are both real big Maple Leafs fans. We both had our Maple Leafs jerseys and hats on. Mine was a Domi jersey. Even though we got picked on, it was the best time ever. I now have the game program and ticket stubs in a frame on my wall in my bedroom. I am now 11 years old but every time I look at it, it reminds me of this special time with my dad.

Answer 79

Going to my first hockey game with my dad is something I will remember forever. I was about 16 years old and I saved up my money to buy me and my dad tickets to a game. We sat all the way at the top in the last row but it was so worth it. My dad was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer last year and it is very hard for him to get out. We went to a game together last season but he was too tired and we couldn't stay for the whole game. I'm glad we spent the time togther while he still could.

Answer 80

Growing up with an athletic father (he played semi-pro football "soccer" in Scotland), sports was a huge influence in my life with him.



To pick out one particular moment is difficult when there are so many. From taking me to a baseball game at old CNE Stadium when he had no interest in that sport, to trying to boost my self esteem as a hockey player... just his presence during my rise on the football (soccer) pitch is the fondest sports memory of my Dad.



He was always there on the sidelines encouraging me, guiding me and instructing me on how to improve. In this aspect, he was always positive and I'll cherish that forever.

Answer 81

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Answer 82

I remember being the biggest Ron Hextall fan in the world when I was about 11. I'm sure you remember him, don't you Tie? :) Anyway, my Dad woke me up at like 11:30 at night to tell me that Hextall had scored a real, shoot the puck down the ice goal. We were both pretty excited and happy about that at the time. He knew how much I loved Hextall so he woke me up. He just had to tell me, regardless of the fact that I had to go to school the next day. I'll never forget that day as long as I live.

Answer 83

I was 9 yrs old and my dad was taking me to my first ever Toronto Blue Jays game in Toronto. So leaving home rather early, we stopped by my dads job site in Hamilton before heading to Toronto. As we neared Toronto my dad turns towards me and goes "Rob, you remembered the tickets right? They were on the kitchen table.".



At this point I go to my dad, "No! Mom gave you a the tickets!" He proceeds to tell me that he didnt have the tickets and that it was my job to have grabbed the tickets. At this point I started freaking out and crying because I thought we would have to drive home to get the tickets and miss the game. Then he tells me that he was only joking and that he had the tickets all along. Once I stopped crying I started laughing.



My dad died when I was 14, and even 15 years later after this happened it's one of the funniest stories I have with my dad. Its one I'll never forget. I still kill myself laughing looking back seeing how funny it was.

Answer 84

It's a two-way tie - the 1967 Toronto Maple Leafs' (the old men - lol) Stanley Cup finals and watching Bill Stoneman pitch a no-hitter for the Montreal Expos.

Answer 85

Back in 1953 or 54 my dad took me to see the Ice Capades in Calgary Alberta, and Barbara Ann Scott was the Star skater. Another time we listened to a baseball team on the radio, it was the world series, Score was tied, bases loaded, 3 balls, 2 strikes and the hitter hit the ball and Hank Arron caught the fly ball.

Answer 86

I think the fondest memory I have of sports and my dad would be when he didn't force me to play soccer when I didn't want to. It made me realize that he had a good attitude towards letting kids find their own way in life.



When I was about 4 or so my parents got me into a little soccer team, but I really didn't understand the point of it. Kicking around a ball and trying to get "points" by getting it in a net just seemed ridiculous to me, even at that young age.



I remember being in my room and just not getting ready for the next practice as there was no point in going. Luckily my Dad understood.



I still feel grateful that there are others out there, who like me, really have no desire to watch or play team sports, whether it be baseball, soccer, or hockey.



I feel sorry for people who spend time doing that, and to be honest, think lowly of them. I guess that's something I need to work on.

Answer 87

For years and years it has been a family tradition to watch as much Leaf hockey as we could. My dad actually has painted his basement Leaf blue.



My favourite Leafs memory happened in Mount Sinai hospital. I was in labour with my twins and was watching the Leafs with my dad by my bed cringing every time I had a contraction. Shortly after the girls were born he came back to the hospital with a little Leafs head band and dress for them... they were way too big, but it meant the world to me. I had professional photos taken of the girls in the outfits when they were two months old.



I happened to run into a few of "the boys" at a restaurant last September in Toronto and had the back of one of these photo's autographed...

Answer 88

Last summer, when I was 17, my dad planned a fishing vacation to Ellen Islands for the whole family. Well it was defiantly not what we were expecting. We stayed in a "cottage" but it was really like a fishing hut, and we didn't catch a single fish! The best part though was spending time together for two weeks with no work or distractions, defiantly one of my best memories.

Answer 89

Laying on the couch in December, watching hockey with only the Christmas Tree lights off. I'd always nod off to the sound of "Hockey Night in Canada" playing in my ears, and usually be woken up by my father and brother screaming at a goal or a bad call.

Answer 90

It would have to be the World Jr Hockey brawl in 87. We only had one tv and dad would always decide what we would watch. He never watched hockey so he was flipping between two channels ( we didn't have cable at the time). I was peeved I couldn't watch the game so I retreated to my room to listen to some tunes. The next thing I heard him yelling to me to come downstairs. Well, we both sat there not believing what we were seeing as our Canadian boys held their ground. He never really liked hockey, but he did enjoy boxing. On this day both of our favorite sports came together in one game, and what a game it was !!!



Chris Pernette

West La Have, Nova Scotia

Answer 91

My favorite sports memory with my dad is watching hockey games. I remember when I was younger he would always be watching hockey. I remember never wanting to watch it with him. As I got older I became a bigger fan. When I began to like it Me and my father would sit there and watch it while sorting out his old hockey cards.I always believed my dad was a fan of the toronto maple leafs. Thats how they became my favorite team.Then I found out that my dad actually was a fan of the detroit red wings. We know have the odd rival game, and on those days our house is wild.When Toronto was on the chopping block for a playoff position i fell asleep during the game between new jersey and New york. when I woke up i had my toronto hat on. I took it of and on it my father had put New york Islanders on it.That was one of my most memorable sports moments because at that moment I started to wonder I Toronto Would ever win another Stanley Cup.

Answer 92

when i was a little girl i remember laying on the floor in front of the tv and dad being in the rocking chair beside me watching hockey. i must have asked him a zillion questions about why the guys were chasing the puck, why did they switch sides, why did they keep interupting the game, how do they balance on thier skates, and are they all friends afterwards...... dad answered every question. i just remember it being really nice being able to spend that time with him (he worked a lot when i was small until he retired a couple years back)

he taught me how to throw as well.... though i dont think he was too impressed how i used my ability..... nailing him with snowballs out front when he'd come home in the winter :)

Answer 93

Growing up I had no choice but to watch the channel that my pops had on, he would watch every hockey game on the tube. Because of this I learnt to appreciate watching the game. Today when he comes to visit he stills has control over the remote, but this time around I am right into the game with him.

You rock tie domi!

Answer 94

I haven't had the best relationship with my father. I seemed to always disappoint him on a regular basis, but, My dad was living in monte carlo and I went to visit him there. My favourite sports memory was when we watched the grand prix of monaco from a hotel room that the cars went right under us.those were the days , we got along like son's and fathers should.(with love)

Answer 95

My favourite sports memory with my Dad I'll never forget. I was 12 years old, my father was the coach of our house league soccer team. I was a small kid and not the strongest player on the team. I thought that because my father coached that it automatically entitled me to play the more coveted positions (regardless of playing ability), however my father's approach to the team was "playing no favourites" and I was encouraged to earn the spot I wished to play (Centre). Dad worked with me on weekends and after school to help me improve my game, and it eventually paid off as I was placed in the centre position for the final few games of the year. I did not produce staggering offensive numbers that year, however I remember vividly at how surprised I was the moment my father read out the pre-game line up and hear him read my name for the starting centre position.



That boost of confidence gave me what I needed to compete in sports for years to come. I was never the "star" of any team, but I learned to enjoy sports on a brand new level and I have a few years as an impact player. Most of all, I learned the value of hard work, sportsmanship, teamwork and perseverence as I continued to compete well despite my small stature.



I will do my best to duplicate my father's example in sports and in life as I now look forward to another sports chapter in my life as coach of my children's sporting events.



Thanks Tie, and Happy Father's Day.

Answer 96

For me it was by far the year my dad took the summer off of work.(he never even stayed home when sick) and took me across north america to all the major league baseball stadiums, i got to see the good ones before they disappeared.. candlestick park, old comiskey, fulton county in atlanta, we didnt get to exhibition stadium in the t dot seeing as the trip started because of the skydome being opened... a lifetime of memories. my dad passed away just before 1991 came. I plan to take my boys on the same trip in 2010 they will be 9 and 8 years old..... I can't wait to give them the memories my father gave me.. and i know my father will be with us every step of the way..... but this time.. definately not taking the old 1979 parisienne he drove.. :)

Answer 97

There is not just ONE favourite sports memory that I have as I was fortunate enough to always have my dad there. He started coaching me in t-ball when I was 7 though to 13 and started coaching me in hockey when I was 9 to 15. When he stopped coaching me I then helped him coach my brothers teams. He has always been a mentor, offering me advice and helping me through tough times in sport. I am now 36 and he just celebrated his 65th and he is now helping me coach my 4 kids (5 yr old boy twins, 7 yr old daughter and 14 yr old daughter) in t-ball and hockey in the same organization that I played in. With out my dad taking interest in me in sports I don't think I would be where I am today.

Answer 98

My most memorable sports memory with my father dates back to the winter of 1971. Mom, Dad and I were in Toronto from Northern Ontario to visit Sick Childrens hospital. I was 7 years old at the time.



Realizing the leafs were in town dad and I went to the old ticket counters at Maple Leaf Gardens on game day to enquire about tickets for that nights game. Of course, the fine gentleman behind the counter told us the game was sold out, and had been for a while.



Dad looked down at me and said "Sorry son, they're sold out." The ticket agent looked at us and said "Father and son? Hang on..." He then reached into a drawer and pulled out two tickets, Reds at center ice. " We try to keep a few pairs for fathers and sons" he said. " Enjoy the game."



We did. The leafs won, though I confess to not remembering who they played. It was a great night and one that will always be with me, though my Dad no longer is.



Pat Harman.

Answer 99

Mr Domi,



Since the age of computers Dad and i have been able to review

a lot of forgotten moments in sports. The one that sticks out the most is when you pounded Craig Mactavich .

We watch it over and over again on u tube.

Every time we get together, Dad says Lets watch the Video

Ha Ha

Thanks for all the memories, Not just that one

Leafs Forever



I love it, Dad loves it.



Nothing better than Mack T getting his *** whipped



Ken

Answer 100

My dad and I used to go fishing every summer. He'd bait my line and we try and catch a fish. Eventually he would throw the minnows in the lake, take me for a drive and we'd have icecream. He and I enjoyed being outside together, the walk thru the woods to a good spot and just be together.

Dad passed away last fall due to a heart condition, but my kids, my sister's daughter will always have thier Papa in thier hearts. I still think about him every time I see a fishing show. *smiles*

Answer 101

I bought tickets for my dad and we went and saw Ichiro break the season hit record of George Foster. People over look it since its not a home run record but it is a more important record in my eyes. It demonstrates patience and batting skill getting the ball in play that often, compared to always swinging for the fenses. It doesnt show raw pomer, it shows discipline. It doesnt register the big headlines, but it does score run and win games. Best day of our time together hands down....

Answer 102

When I was younger my family use to have seasons tickets to the Edmonton Eskimos. There were only two seats and so my dad split the games between me and my brother and sisters.



We use to park further away and get to ride the LRT together, then we'd walk into the stadium and enjoy the games together. It was probably the best memory in general that I have with my dad.



I hated it when it wasn't my turn to go though.

Answer 103

I was watching the Leafs game with my Dad (as always since a child) when one day when I was a teenager my brothers friend came calling for him. My Dad told him my brother wasn't home but said to come in and watch the game with him & I until my brother gets home. Well, he did come in and for over the past 20 years we have been happily married and enjoy every single Leaf game together. Even though I knew my brothers friend, I still thank my Dad for that!

Answer 104

I went to a Cinncinati Red's baseball game with my dad when I was 14. It was when they were in their heyday. Pete Rose, Johnny Bench, Tony Perez and Sparky Anderson. I'll never forget it, even tho we were way high up and the rest of the church youth group went too--my dad was the preacher--and the Red's won!! (Of course.)

My dad is on a walker now due to being hit by a drunk driver, so I am just happy he is still with us.

I applaud your efforts to help children with special needs--I have been a teacher of special education for 20+ years now and feel that any good you do for a child comes back to you tenfold!

Answer 105

I grew up in a male run home, born in 1963 with 2 older brothers,1 sister and a live in uncle ,oh ya and mom.lol

We were huge Leaf fans to say the least.(tattoos lately to boot)

I have only the vague reminder of the night.

It was of course the last Leaf cup won.

Me( laying on the floor) with my 2 older brothers and dad cheering at the black and white T.V.

Bob Brindley

Answer 106

Well to make a long storey short we went to the Winnipeg airport to pick up Terry Gregson president of the NHL referees acc. We were taking him and the two linesmen to an arena grand opening north of Winnipeg. We were seated with them and Randy Carlyle after that we all went to see the game where the panthers were playing against Winnipeg .



After the game we went to the dressing room to check out that, then we all went out for an amazing 7 curse meal listening to some hilarious stories. My father told me that you Tie Domi use to know my father Maurice Boudreau. He has since passed away but when i hear your name i think of him and you thanks for you time your a great man



Brian Boudreau

Answer 107

I'm from Amherstburg, we won All-Ontario (Midget) in 1976. At the time I thought that was the best sports memory I shared with my father (mother too); I wasn't good enough to play Jr C. so started in the OHA that next season, and he went to alot of my games (he used to watch me break up your fights in Belle River) I was lucky enought to make it up to the IHL for a couple of seasons - he went to a number of games, so THAT turned out to be my best sports memories.



We've also had the good fortune to fly together (we're pilots) so if you consider that a sport, it's on a par with hockey!



Jay Frederick

Windsor, Ontario

Answer 108

I don't have a special sports memory with my Dad since I never knew my Father. My fondest memory is my Uncle taking me to the local bowling alley and teaching me to bowl when I was about five years old. His wife was the one who taught me to love baseball . I remember sitting in a snow storm watching the first ever ballgame The Blue Jays played. She taught me that a true fan stick with a team win or loose.

Answer 109

My favorite sports memory with my dad was going to one of the first texans games with him, he had just had his 20 something back surgery a few weeks before but still went out of his way to take me, just he and I. We had a great time and I would not trade that day for any other, not so much because of the game just sitting there with him knowing he went just to spend time with me, even though his friends were calling and texting him from across the stadium telling him to come over there, he stayed with me and did not talk to them until we were at home. I HAVE A GREEEEAAAAT DAD!!!!!!!!

Answer 110

My dad is the best day in the whole world.



Every day he takes me or my brother to play baseball. He coaches us and in winter he takes us both to play hockey. I am 9 and I play in the select teams too.



My dad works a lot and works overtime so we can do things like sports and play music. My brother plays guitar and I play the drums and my sister plays the violin.



I want to be a hockey player or baseball player when I grow up, or maybe a famous drummer too.



I love watching the Leafs and my dad and I always watch the sports games together.



Dad is cool. He rocks!

Answer 111

When my dad was still around, we went to go see the hockey games when the Leafs were actually doing really good (this was during the time when we won the baseball games) and when we left the game, the Leafs lost, but it was a great game.

After we left the stadium, my dad got into a fight with someone. I was shocked by how well he fought and won. The Leafs lost, but my dad put on a better show that night.

Answer 112

My memorable moments were not spent in any arena. They were spent on the field when my dad would come to my soccer games and cheer me and me team on. I played defense and centre, and I loved it. He was always there and I could always count on him to be there and when I heard his voice and the encouragement he gave me from the stand, made me realize that I can do anything in my life, and I should always be confident and believe in any actions.



I have one more memory, and as our family did not have much money as I was growing up, my dad and I would watch the Friday Night Fights, with the great Howard Cosell. I witnessed many great boxers during this time, and I will never forgot those moments.



My dad has since passed, and those are the moments that I hold dear to me. Nothing better than being a little girl, hopping up in the chair with my dad, and I was allowed chips and a pop. Those days were great. I know hope to create memories for my children like I have with my dad.

Answer 113

I would have to say my most fond memory of sports would have to be when I signed up for baseball when I was a kid I never had a glove but I loved baseball so much I'de still go, finally one day my dad was getting ready to take me to my game but for some reason I didn't want to go, all the kids made fun of me cause I didn't have a glove, until we were just about to leave, I've never been happier in my life and still to this day I have that glove and dont think I'll ever get rid of it. Thanks dad

Answer 114

My Dad was a big Swedish immigrant who located in Northern Saskatchewan as a mink rancher. Living in the "bush" we did not have a lot of the organized sports that kids in cities and villages had but that did not stop my Dad from giving his four kids a love for sports, exercise and the outdoors.

The closest pond was always cleared of snow so we could have our version of "Hockey Night in Canada". He encouraged us to have skating parties with friends and would help me lace up the hand me down skates from my older siblings-while I wore his big old work socks to try and make them fit a bit tighter. If it was a night time party we got to build a fire on the ice once it got dark to try and keep the cold away. Once we couldn't feel our toes anymore, it was a hike back to the house where Mom would help the younger kids peel off frozen mitts and tell us to warm our feet and hands in the oven. I was six when I got my first WHITE skates that actually fit. Too bad the figure skating "toes" kept tripping me.



In the summer Dad would take the whole family out for frequent fishing trips. My first fish was on Anglin Lake, Sask..A pickerel(walleye) that scared the crap out of me. I cried when Dad knocked it on the head to stun it. These fishing trips usually ended by meeting neighbors and having a picnic. No picnic was complete without potatoe salad, hot dogs and BASEBALL. We played baseball, or our version of it incessantly. At picnics we often played "Cheepias", a game where we used a rubber ball. If the ball was caught with one bounce the hitter was out. Otherwise you were to throw the ball at the hitter and if you hit them -out again. My Dad always made sure that the ball and gloves were packed in the car so at the very least we could play catch. To this day any family gathering always includes a rousing game of 2 man up baseball.

I miss my Dad. I will never forget the Christmas he gave me those first skates, walked me out to the pond and helped lace them up. I think of him when I go fishing or canoeing and am grateful for being raised with such a love for the simple things in life. Thanks Dad. Not all of us could have the benefit of having organized sports but I don't think I missed out. LOL in your future work. Miss watching you in action on the Leafs though.

Answer 115

Going to Maple Leaf Gardens when Tie one punched

Ulf Samuelsson. I will never forget the look on my Father's face my dad can't stand gutless players who stick people and mouth off but will not drop their gloves. As my Dad would say that guy needs a "SAVAGE BEATING". It was one of my favourite moments in a game my Dad and I watched together. I also have photos of that KO . Thanks for the memories Tie!

Dave T.

Answer 116

I was never into sports of any kind when I was in school. My Dad would take me to local boxing matches at our towns arena, which I enjoyed very much. We would watch boxing on TV and bet each other, but that was the only sports we shared. When I was in highschool my Dad introduced me to trapshooting which I thoroughly enjoyed and was actually good at. My favorite memories of my Dad were when we went shooting. He always encouraged me and was not critical if I did not do well. He always beamed when he introduced me as his" daughter the newest trapshooter from his family!"

Answer 117

As a little girl I remember curling up in my daddy's lap and watching Hockey Night in Canada. I could usually never stay awake past Coach's Corner, but my dad would always wake me up afterwards, tell me who won then put me in bed. To this day whenever I hear the Hockey Night in Canada theme I'm brought back to those times and I think of my dad and how wonderful he is.

Answer 118

Tie, I am the same age as you; my birthdate Nov 23/69.



My Dad coached me growing up. He started me in Hockey at the age of 4. With his encouragement and coaching I became the Star hockey player.... until the age of 14, when @ 5"2" and 130 lbs, everybody got bigger and as fast as me.



When I was 15 (1985), my Dad passed away from lung cancer.



I have many very good memories of my Dad, as he spent a lot of time teaching me all sorts of things, and of course he coached my hockey teams until he passed away.



However, I have one specific memory that stands out in my mind over all the rest.



The year I was 12, he coached our PeeWee team undefeated through our regular season as well as Provincials, which we won.



After arriving home from the championship game, I remember walking home from the bus with him, and he asked me something about the game.... but I can't remember what he asked or what I answered. I just remember walking home at about 4:30 in the morning, my Dad's arm around me, and just being happy and proud that he was my DAD.



I am now 5'10" (grew at 18.. late bloomer) and 210lbs (sound familiar)... I ended up playing two years of Jr. B. and did very well. My brother who was 7 when my Dad died, looked up to me like a Dad, and made a scrap book for me of my two years with the team (Rookie of the year, MVP, Leading Scorer, Most Goals, AllStar), which I still have. The book is a reminder to me that the time my Dad spent with me over all those hockey seasons was worth it.



I now coach my son the greatest game on earth, and am trying to do the best I can, to follow the example my Dad left me.



Happy Fathers Day...

Answer 119

My favourite sports memory that I share with my dad would be one of the greatest hockey moments in my time. That was being present to Wayne Gretzky's last Canadian game.



Being able to watch my childhood hockey idol play his last game in Ottawa on April 15, 1999 was something we can still talk about today. Being able to watch him glide along the ice, seeing the respect the other players has for him as well and then befittingly being named the only star of the game, it's something you can never forget. It was very special for me to share with my dad as I got to see him play his last game in my hometown of Ottawa against my hometown team.



Many other sports moments have come and gone, but none can ever top one from "The Great One" himself!

Answer 120

I never played sports as a child...no father in our home, therefore, no memories. Now, as a dad myself, I spend winter Saturday mornings at the rink watching my 7 year old son play hockey and its my favourite day of the week. He is an amazing player who had 41 goals and 18 assists this year. This summer, I spend 2 days a week watching my 10 year old daughter play baseball, and two days a week watching my son play soccer. They are having a riot playing sports and it is a joy to watch them. They will grow up with the memories and I get to experience the absolute pleasure watching my kids have fun!!!

Answer 121

My favourite sports memory with my dad was our first hockey game together. It was the Habs vs. the Rangers and the Habs won but I don't remember the score (I think 5-3?) I remember the (rangers) goalie was being pulled and he left his stick in the net. The referee had to bring the stick off the ice. It was really fun.

Answer 122

By far the best memory i had playing sports with my father was soccer. He gave it his all out as the coach and so did I. He made the team very successful, with only one tie 2-2 in the finals. He made the team successful because everyone cooperated, and not one person complained at all.

Answer 123

My dad wasn't a sports fan, but I am a huge football fan. I remember the first high school game I got to play in. I didn't think my dad was going to be there because of work. I only made one tackle on defense but when I got up I could hear him cheering for me over the whole crowd. We lost the game but it was the first time I remember him telling me he was proud of me. I realize now that he would pretend to be interested in games I was watching just to spend time together and hang out.

Answer 124

Going to see the Tennessee Lady Vols play softball and basketball. I love that memory!

Answer 125

Going with my dad when he played fast-ball for our town's local league. I was so proud that my dad would take me with him to watch him play, even as a little girl of three years old. I can remember sitting on the bench and cheering so loudly that my throat hurt by the end of the game. They even got me a uniform to where. The best part of all those years, was when they won the league championship. When they posed for the team picture, I was right in the middle of it all, just like one of the team.

Answer 126

My memories of sporting events with my dad (who is still alive, thankfully) are few; he really isn't a fan of sports period.



He and I went to a Richmond Sockeyes game and he did not like the fighting that occurred in it. He would occasionally take me to the soccer games that I played for Richmond teams and he also drove me to and from Judo classes.



He wasn't/isn't a typical sports dad but I think he would've supported any dreams I might have had in sports.



Soccer was and is my favorite sport; as for Judo, it was my parents' desire that I learn it - my dad helped me endure the time I spent learning it with trips to a "famous" corner store for a famous drink and maybe even a famous favorite candy bar. (I'm not naming the products to avoid "endorsing" them).

Answer 127

With my father: The weekend that he took us out to see the Ice Capades in Montreal. Just seeing how my brother and sister enjoyed it was fun enough for me. We were living with our mom and she could not afford such luxuries.



With my step-father: #3 My first Hockey game at The Montreal Forum. We were seated in the nosebleeds, luckily he brung his binoculars. I enjoyed the game, the habs won to cap the night off.

#2 We went to see the EXPOS play the stadium. I was 1 of the 8 chosen to present the cards to the players that were signed by the fans at fan appreciation night. I had told him every question that I was going to ask the players. He gave me a few also and reminded me that they were people too, that this was their job to play for us. So the time came. I went down on the field with the players and the other 7 people caring the cards. I was between Ivan Calderon and Tim Walach. Tim had asked me "Cat got your toungue?" and all I could utter was "Ah, ummm, ahhhh, uh-hunh. " When I got back to my seat, I told my step-father because he had asked. Then he laughed because of the conversation that we had just before I went and also how I dismissed the fact that I would freeze up when the time came, I was laughing it off when the subject of me freezing would come up. Funny thing this Karma, look what happened when the time came. I froze like if i was a suntanner who suddenly fond himself at the north pole in nothing but his swinning trunks. This was also The Kid, Gary Carter's last home game in his career. Shortly after, the players were locked out. Montreal got shafted royally this time because they had the talent and they were favorates at winning the pennent race.

The most memorable moment was at the company softball game. #1 He had asked me if i wanted to play because they may need a player, I said yes. So we went. The game started at the second inning it was my turn to bat first, so I went. Imissed the first two times the I hit it to left center field. My arms were shaking like hell, then I lokked at the pitcher and the other players and they were all doubled over in laughter. My step-father came over trying to contain his laughter and told me "You hit the practice ball that weighed 1.5 kilograms." Then he joined the others laughing. I was shocked an dcofused, I did not know what to do, be proud of hitting the ball as far as I did or ashamed for hitting the practise ball. As I walked back to the plate, everyone in attendance gave me a standing ovation for my accomplishment, the pitcher met me at the plate and handed me the ball and told me this is what I hit. Then I started to laugh at the situation which started another round of laughing. I hit the ball in the same direction but futher seeing that the ball lighter. I eventually scored the winning run of the game.

Answer 128

My favourite sports memory is from when my Dad and I coached Tyke hockey while I was growing up in Southern Ontario. Looking back I can now see how effective he really was. My Dad has always had the ability to include everyone regardless of ability and ensure that each person able to contribute in the experience. When we coached together he was always spending time coaching his group of coaches( parent volunteers) as often as he was with the children we had in our groups.



Of course very little of this was realized until I started to teach my oldest son to skate and enjoy the game of hockey. Thanks to Dad I am able to observe my behaviours and applying myself according to the group I am working front of no matter if it is on the ice or in my work environment.

Answer 129

My dad has always been supportive of me and my love of certain sports. And overall that's the best memory I have.



When I was about eight my parents had signed me up for baseball, and I was at one of our practices. The coach threw a baseball and I missed it with my glove and it hit me in the face (gave me a nice shiner).



Instead of crying I picked the ball up and threw it back to the coach, and kept playing. After awhile we had a water break and I went to sit down.



My dad came over and put his arm around me, and told me that he was really proud of me for not crying, even though he knew it hurt a lot.



I always think of that whenever I go out to play a sport, and despite numerous injuries playing soccer over the years I've yet to cry on the field. And my Dad? He never missed any of my soccer games as I was growing up, and was my loudest cheering section.

Answer 130

My favourite memory with my father is getting up on those chilly mornings and going to hockey games. This brings back so many fond memories and they are ones that I hope I can share with my sons and who knows maybe my Dad will also join in with the grandsons to relive those great mornings. Him tying up my skates prior to the games and then warming my feet up after the games as they rinks seemed so much colder back then.

Answer 131

When the Edmonton Oilers made it in to the playoffs in 2006.

My family and I watch every game together. When the Oilers won a game we would party till midnight. When I heard that the Oilers did not win the cup I kicked the T.V. as hard as I could because I was so mad.

Answer 132

I would have to say it was during the 2006 Stanley Cup Playoffs. Me and my dad took a road rip from Edmonton to Carolina for game 7 of the finals.

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My dad, i barely see because his been always working... but every friday night i'll watch my dad play hockey, well me and my sister watched.. Even thou my dad was manly on the ice or the benches i was so proud of him... Id would also everytime we get to a chance to sit with him and watch a game on tv as we get are flags and jerseys on... and cheer for the leafs... So, leafs are a big part of my memories b/c for a little time with my dad met the world

Answer 134

I am 14 years old and every fathers day since i can remember my father and I have had a one on one game of basketball on my drive way on my 6 foot net.

he is taller about 5"10 and i am 5"5 he has always been able to dunk so he has had the advantage (plus the height) now i can too!!!

last year he started to try and he won 21-19

Tomorrow we will play our 10th game. so we will see what happens

Answer 135

Dec.12, 1959. I was 12 and my first hockey game at the old Montreal Forum was Doug Harvey night. My dad and I sat up in the old cat walk, not to far from Danny Gallavin who was doing the play by play for hockey night in Canada. I will never forget it. It was magic.

Answer 136

My father was a great source of courage and able to give me the self esteem i needed to play hockey.My grandfather was the very first great maple leafs goalie in the 1930's and i grew up bleeding blue.i wanted to be a goalie like my grampa and my dad were.the only obstacle was that i was born with cerebral palsy and spina bifida occulta(a hole in the base of my spine).i remember watching hockey on saturday nights with my day and dreaming of being able to be a goaltender like wayne thomas.i didnt walk til i was 4 years old...but as soon as i could, my father took time out of his busy schedule to try to also teach me to skate.with his constant encouragement and nurturing spirit he got me up and skating(not great but just enough)and i quickly asked if i could join a recreational league.after being turned down once ..i was accepted into a local league to"try".my fondest memory was playing my first game as a 9 year old..and even though my team lost..i still remember the proud look on my dad's face when we drove home..and how he bragged to my uncle on the phone that night that there was one more goalie in our family!

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Answer 138

Mud Ball fights on the Sandy Beach, Look out Point,

Pointe a la Garde, Quebec.

Answer 139

Well, my parents ended in divorce and I was raised by my mother because we lived in another province. My favourite sport memory with my father is when he danced with me the night of my wedding. I resumed to being that little girl even when I was 34. My father has always been my idol and always will be. Dancing with him was and still is my favourite sport....

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p.s. funny that i would answer this question today because I just finished baking a banana bread to send to my father who lives outside Ottawa. He is 78 years old. He loves my baking so I send him baked goods from Milton, Ontario via courier service so he gets it fresh.

Answer 140

i think it was 72 or around that time I was 6 and we watched an afternoon game ( the first full game I ever saw ) Chicago and Montreal in a playoff game ,ken Dryden in one net and tony esposito in the other I didn.t realize the importance of that game it was the last game I ever watched with him.

I watch hockey with my two boys as often as I can we all have hockey slush in our blood and even though your not here I am still and will always be a leaf fan(even though I don,t think we will win the cup in my life time )

Answer 141

My name is Mario, i am 54yrs old and for a large part of my life i was a rebellious son. I was also a drug addict for 28 years of my life. When all of my brothers and sisters were angry and did not care for me, my dad never gave up on me. After i got out of rehab 10 years ago, and i have been clean ever since, i would drive my dad to his farm and after that we would go to the golf course. My dad saved up a basket of about 200 used golf balls and since i would tend to lose about 10 balls per game, i drew from that basket and after some time the balls ran out. It was also about that time that he transferred me to another island here in the Philippines to help manage a business he had there. We exchanged letters and i would often express my love for him which i am thankful i did because after about 3 years my dad died of pneumonia at 86 years old and i will always remember the happy times we had at the golf course wherein he would always chuckle everytime i lost a ball. Good luck on your project.

Answer 142

Watching the final Leafs game played at Maple Leaf Gardens.

Answer 143

I went from hockey to figure skating when I was 12 because girls weren't allowed to play "with the boys" after that age. He bought me my first "sparkly" skating dress and every Saturday morning at 7am, while my mom slept in. my dad was there to watch me practice. He was always the only dad watching his daughter practice and after 20 years that is my favorite memory with my dad. Remembering that I reminds me (as sometimes children forget) of how wonderful, supportive and loving my dad is. I only wish that every other girl out there had a dad as great as mine!



Shannon

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When I was about 10 I wanted nothing more than to go to a Packer game. I begged my dad for months to take me. One weekend we were at camp and I had a friend with and he told us that if we memorized all the team cities and names in the NFL he'd take us both to a game. Her and I spent the entire weekend studying and finally had them all. We stood in the living room in front of the tv while he quizzed us, and we got them all right, and as promised he took us to a game. They played the Bears and got smoked. But it didn't matter. My parents let us stay and get autographs after the game. I got 4. Don Makowski (sp) "the magic man" was one of them. Not a big deal anymore, but at the time he was the starting QB. I also got a picture of him getting into his car with his license plate "MAGIC 7". I will never forget that day. I've continued to be a huge football fan, and Packer fan. Packer tickets were easier to get then then they are now. But we still go out of our way to make it to one home game a year. That's my greatest memory.

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My dad every year made a homemade rink wherever we lived.He would be up all night spraying it with water,smoothing it out.It took a couple af days but when it was done it was beautiful.He was very passionate about hockey.We seriously had to look at the tv guide before even thinking about visiting him,..he didn't like any distractions.It didn't bother us ...we understood.Anyway my favorite memory was when i was about 13.He made the most beautiful rink and know one tried it yet so he asked me to put skates on and play with him...I'm not much of a hockey girl but i loved how he loved it so now that he has passed away I will treasure that moment that at the time was boring to me.Thank you for this question ...it gave me a wonderful new memory of the Man..(.my dad) that loved HOCKEY NIGHT IN CANADA.

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My dad played almost every sport played in North America, and almost all of them well.



But I think he loved Hockey best. He played in the local league up in Thompson, Manitoba, Canada, where I was born, as a defence man. I remember lots of things about him and Hockey.



Once I got up at 0530 to sit in the kitchen, while he got ready to play hockey, and begged him to take me with him..... He made me wait til my Mom brought me to the rink.



I remember Hockey Night in Canada, and watching Bobby Orr, one of my dad's favourites. No one dared open the bag of chips once it started.



Mostly, I remember him taking a fishing buoy, one of the big pink and navy coloured ones and tying a thick rope to it and swinging it up over a large branch into the huge willow tree in our yard. When he wasn't home, you could use it like a tire swing, but when he was home.... well he taught us how to hip check. And boy did we learn, cause when he swung that buoy at us, we either hip checked it or we ate dirt. Usually, it only ever took one time eating dirt and we got it.



I love those memories, more so because my dad died at the age of 34. Even though it has been 34 years, I still miss him, and love the way that those memories feel today.

Answer 148

A battle of Alberta playoff game when Gretzky and Lanny McDonald were still playing with Edmonton Oilers and the Calgary Flames... My first ever nhl game I was 13.

Answer 149

My favourite childhood sports memory with my dad???...

Easy...

Seeing the joy & pride (& tears -- one of the only times i've ever seen my dad cry) in my father's face when his nephew got drafted by the Maple Leafs back in 1988...

And the subsequent party that ensued!































(hi Tie! Happy Father's Day!!)

Answer 150

My dad and I spent a lot of time doing sports together. We played soccer, baseball, we lifted weights together, boxing was always fun, but I think my favourite was baseball. My dad and I would play catch in the back yard almost daily (during the summer). We would play and he would tell me stories about when he used to play minor league (in Mexico) I loved that. He also would get his friends and their children together and we would have impromptu games just for fun. I think that I liked it so much because it was a chance to get to know my dad so much better, he always told the best stories and I was always willing to listen. Thanks for the chance to reminisce in the past. This is why I find it so important to spend time with my kids and share with them as much as possible.

Answer 151

when I started playing hockey in Montreal my father was very sick and couldn't work, so money was a big problem when I was young, but my father would do anything to see me play the game he loved. I played AAA my hole life and as you know that is pretty expensive, but he always found away to pay for my hockey. then plus all my hockey tournaments out of town which was very costly throughout the year. There is no real way to let him know how much that ment to me and having him as my father is the greatest thing on hearth, and I would never change anything he did for me. I would do it all in a heart beat. He was my Best friend.





GO HABS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Answer 152

I watched 1992 Cricket World Cup final between Pakistan and England. I knew very little about cricket at that time and my father new almost nothing. We began watching when England had started batting. Pakistan that world cup final.

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Answer 154

Nearly every Saturday afternoon, my father and I would head to the local rink, and just spend a few hours skating around during the open skate. If it was cold enough, we'd be able to skate on a frozen pond somewhere. Always fun. He also taught me to play baseball, you know; "Remember to hold onto the bat when you swing!" Haha, great times.

Answer 155

When I was young I went to the horse races with my father a couple of times. Then when he got a little older he got into a car accident and broke his leg.

I started driving him the horse races,Flamboro, Mohawk, Then it really became our thing and we went to the races once a week for 20 years, now that he is gone I really think about that alot.

We used to go fishing in the summer when I was younger, then after I had kids we went up north to bring them fishing also.

Answer 156

My favourite sports memory with my dad would have to be him taking me to all of my games and practices. I would be nowhere if it wasn't for him. Driving all accross Ontario to get to basketball tournaments and games every weekend. And it continues as he would follow my team through the country if he had to. Overall my best sports memory of my dad would be having him as my #1 fan!

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Answer 158

Me and my dad just out playing street hockey in the winter time until 10 it was so cold we could barely take our boots off. And then just sitting in the living room talking about some great slap shot or wrist shot and then my mom yelling at us because we were out to late and then us laughing and us whispering how we're going to do it again tomorrow.

Answer 159

My most favorite memory of my Dad. Is in 1971 when i was 12 years old my dad and i would watch the hockey games on Tv. Me laying on the floor and my dad in his recliner and us saying who was going to win the game. he loved the Chicago black hawks. Myself i liked Boston as we lived next door to a girlfriend and her dad worked for Bobby Orr's dad at the car plant. He was so cute and that is my most memorable thought of my Dad . He has now passed as of 1995 but i still when watching hockey with my son i think of my dad.

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Answer 160

Being an only child and a girl, my father was an avid baseball fan...he was semi-pro in the 60's, and baseball was his life sport !



He was so excited to take me to a Blue Jays game in their opening season in 1977. I was 10 years old, and tried so hard to pay attention to the game, and his explanations of all the plays etc....it was a good day, I will never forget it !



He died of cancer 3 years ago, and we still sit around, look at his scrap books, talk of good times we had at our local baseball park. My son plays rep baseball, he is 16 now, and it's just not the same without "grandpa" there anymore.



This man played the sport from 6 years old, and was still involved with baseball when he died at 67.



Baseball is a big sport in our family, Blue Jays was his team, and in the winter, my father followed the Leafs, and loved to watch NHL hockey.



Good question Tie, it brought back a lot of memories of my father, as he loved sports !

Answer 161

When I was little my dad signed me up for hockey, dispite the fact not alot of girls were playing at that time. He was always there to teach and support me. One of my favorite memories is driving up north every sunday to play a game and listening to The Vinly Cafe, with Stuart McClean. We would laugh so hard until we cried-when I finally arrived at the game I was too sore from laughing so hard. As years went on I played more competitively and my dad never missed a game. Looking back at it now, yes I loved to play hockey but I also loved the times I shared with my dad and the memories in which made hockey such a great expereince. If there's one thing that makes hockey the best sport its having people (my dad) there to teach you and have fun with.

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Answer 163

I was about 8 years old when the Habs won the Stanley Cup in 1993...but I still remember watching the game with my dad in our backyard pool and his joy and pride when they won! Unfortunately, my dad died 3 years ago and will never see the Habs win the Cup again :(

Answer 164

In the early 60's we were quite poor and therefore a TV was a luxury. We couldn't afford luxuries. But our uncles who lived across the road owned one. So every Saturday night we would gather as a family and watch Hockey Night in Canada. It was almost the only TV we got to watch until our teen years. Because there were 6 of us and 6 teams, my Dad decided we should each choose a team to cheer for. He, being the elder had first choice and took Toronto. Mom ended up with Detroit, my sisters with Chicago and Montreal, myself with Boston and my brother (he was too young to think for himself) got New York. Every Saturday night my Dad held court concerning what went on during the hockey game on TV and believe me, if Toronto lost we really rubbed it in. In those days Toronto was a powerful team and Dad took great pleasure in teaching us, not only the rules of the game, he introduced us to the best players and took many occasion to rub in the weaknesses of our teams as opposed to his. Being the youngest daughter, I used to love those nights sitting on his lap and arguing/enjoying Hockey. Because of him, I developed a love of all sports. I still sometimes get a tear in my eye when Hockey Night in Canada comes on. My Dad is still alive but lives in Ontario while I serve with the Armed Forces in Greenwood, Nova Scotia. It's been many years since those days back in the early 60's but I still vividly remember them. It was many years into my life before I admitted to Dad that I was and also would be a Toronto (not a Boston) fan!

Answer 165

I used to enjoy watching "Hockey Night in Canada" on CBC, on our b&w television in Dryden Ontario in the '60's with my Dad. Winters were very long and it was definitely something to look forward to. We had our favourite teams - Dad's was the Bruins because they were hard-hitting, good in the corners, excellent penalty killers,..... mine was Frank Mahovlich's team - 'cause he was soooo handsome and his birthday was the same as mine. I was an only daughter of 4 kids and the only one interested in NHL - so my dad, who was OPP, accepted my naivety and little girl attitude about the game and patiently spent every Saturday night, watching his sport, telling me about the rules, teams, players and politics until, by osmosis, I grew to love the game, for the game, and not Frank's winning smile.



In later years, as an adult, I could hold my own in lively debate with my Dad about the expansion teams, the lockouts and walkouts, Bobby Orr's knees, Johnny Bowers mask, the Maple Leaf Gardens sexual abuse scandal....as we watched finals and semi-finals.



Dad's gone now. My team's Montreal - I watch when I can and I thank him for hockey. I have three daughters and two of them play hockey - thanks to my Dad....and they don't even know that.

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I was a fortunate kid growing up in Winnipeg- my father had season tickets to the jets from the first day they were in the nhl until the last day -he took me to every game -I think one of the most special memories that sticks in my mind would be the last regular season game against detroit ,giving the jets one last ovation i was standing beside my father remembering the first game as a child and being there with my father as an adult for the last one -brought goosebumps all over my body -- for me, i will always remember that -thanks for making me remember ! and of course i remember you tie -you were awsome! as a child you can't imagine the impact you had on a kid -thanks for the memories -you'll always be a jet to winnipegers

Answer 167

Growing up I was never quite sure who my father was. He was hard working and different from me and often we struggled to connect, however in looking back, the one place that he was always there was in every sporting adventure I took.

When I was younger I had a passion for 2 things, horses and soccer, and my father was there for them both. He coached my soccer team every year from the time I was 7 to the time I was 18 and going off to university. After a few years of coaching other kids would beg to be on his team.He had a way of making it fun and getting the best from us. The one thing I learned about my father in those years was fairness! In my final year of playing soccer my dad shared coaching duties (he was working out of town and could not make all the games) but the other father refused to play me. I was a girl and not as good as the other guys! I was devastated and so mad!! In many ways that last year was a gift, it showed me the value of having my dad at my side...no matter how good anyone (girl or BOY) on the team was we always all got to play. What a life lesson to learn!

Though we were not always able to emotionally connect my dad showed his love in so many ways. He stood at the barn and watched my ride in -20 degree weather, he attended every event and game, and when I was injured riding my horse he rode her for a month while I recovered so that she would be ready for the event I was training for! He taught me the value of fairness and equality through teamwork and support. Most of all he showed me who he was through his actions, through teaching me, guiding me, and supporting me through sports! What a gift I have been given to look back at my Dad now and see that value in the gifts he has given me! Thanks for giving me to opportunity to remind myself and share with others the value of his love!

Answer 168

As one of five kids my parents raised in the 60s, and as a parent myself now, I have no idea how they got us all to every one of our hockey games, practices, tournaments, and banquets. One of my brothers and both of my sisters were on travelling teams, and the other two of us filled in the rest of the time with our house league schedules.

The first hockey game I ever saw in person was a high school game (my father was a history teacher). Of course this was long before protective netting and even plexiglas, so my father told my older sister and I "Keep your mitts on, and if a puck comes over the boards, put your hands on your face like this. I'll try to make sure you don't get hit by a puck, but they can move pretty fast sometimes".

My hockey-playing memories are filled with the smell of fresh ice and stale dressing rooms at early-morning practices, and the odd comfort of sleeping in the back of the van on mounds of equipment driving who-knows-where across Southern Ontario.

Because I usually played on Sunday afternoons or evenings, when Mum was busy with Sunday dinnner (or on the road to another arena), my father was almost always the one who would drive me to my games. We wouldn't talk about hockey much on the way there - much of my time was spent trying to tune in the old AM radio to get CKOC (Hamilton) for that crazy hit music and avoid my father's not-so-modern CHML talk shows. Once at the arena, I would head for the dressing room, and my father would mill around the lobby with the other parents, no doubt choking down an arena coffee (why did no one warn us about arena coffee before we became adults by the way?!). I was a small but quick player, and loved the game of course. I was about middle-of-the-road talent-wise, and scored a few goals every year, usually by sneaking into an open spot beside the net or intercepting a pass in my own end and racing past a defenceman for a breakaway. Usually during a game, all I would hear from my father in the bleachers was his thunderous clapping, but during breakaways, he was all volume - "Go hard, go hard, he's right on you!! Attaboy, nice try!!"

On the way home (and I didn't realize this for many years), my father was always positive about the game. I'd go on and on about great plays I had made, or bad calls, or dirty players on the other team. Every single time, he would tell me I played a good game (with examples). He would often tell me that the referee did make good calls most of the time, which was pretty impressive for a kid who had worked 4 games in a row. And he say things like "well of course so-and-so is going to hook you, that's the only way he can stop you!" And by the time we got home and I had told my mother all about the game, the hockey game was nothing but a happy memory.

And of course, several years later, when I took my boys to see their first hockey game (Sudbury Wolves), I gave them the exact same "put your hands on your face" instructions that I had received some 30 years earlier. And as they began their own minor hockey careers, I fould myself automatically doing the same things my father had done in the van and at the rink for my games, with a few modern twists. I try to say (and shout) only positive things, and I always tell them on the way home that they played a good game (with examples). These days though, we jostle over CDs (instead of AM radio stations), and I avoid the arena coffee by planning my route to include Tim's drive-through on the way!

Answer 169

My favorite sports memory that I share with my dad is not one event, but a lifetime of events. My earliest memory is in the 60's, sitting in the stands with my family watching Ron Lancaster and George Reed and then my dad taking me to see the Grey Cup after we won. In early grade school, it was him making my brother and I a skating rink in our back yard. In later grade school, it was him building me a high jump and long jump in the back yard so I could practice. In high school, it was him building a set of jumps so I could practice show jumping with my horse and him running the canteen at all the horse shows and him hauling me and my horse all over the place to shows. After I had surgery that ended any sport aspirations that I might have had, it is him and I watching the Grey Cup and other sporting events together. So, it isn't one special memory, it is a lifetime of special memories. He is now 76.



And, don't get me started on my mom.

Answer 170

Going To Leafs Game With My Dad.

Answer 171

Watching game 5 between nets and pistons (on TV) when billups hit the half court shot to send game to OT and then it went to triple OT and brian scalibrine

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Answer 172

Besides the rink in the backyard, and the countless saturday nights watching the Habs totally destroy their opponents in the 70's and winning the Cup almost every other year, I guess it's that legendary December 31st Canadiens-Red Army game at the old Forum. 1975. Just can't beat that!

Answer 173

Just that my father took all three of us (boys) to all the house league hockey games and early morning practises for many years in Etobicoke . I take my son now and just managing one players schedule seems like a lot now so I appreciate all his effort taking us.

And I don`t want one of your old hockey sweaters.

Answer 174

I'm a female, and I never really had a great relationship with my dad growing up. But I do remember when I was a teenager, I tried to reach out to him. He was a big hockey fan and one night I sat down to watch a game with him. I asked him how hockey was played, what the rules were, etc.



He told me everything I needed to know about hockey and I continued to watch games with him.



He took me to my first NHL hockey game. We made fun of the old yellow and black Canucks jerseys.



It was really the only time we ever spent together back then and I'll never forget it. The more intense the games got, the harder my dad would chew his gum. Pretty good memories!

Answer 175

When I was 6 years old my dad took me to the Expos baseball game. I had a lot of fun, except for Youppi (Expos Mascot) stole my hat right off my head as a joke and never gave it back.

Answer 176

Dad wasn't interested in actual sports. What he did do is give me a desire to keep in shape by giving me my first set of dumbbells when I was 12. He showed me how to use them. At age 40, I'm in decent shape mostly from continually using dumbbells, although they are alot heavier ones now.



Happy Fathers' Day everyone

Answer 177

personly i dont have a father and you think it would hurt not been able to play with a role model and yes that would hurt me if i didnt have a older brother to teach me stuff like a father should. but back to your question my best sports moment would be when, my brother was at basketball camp and i went to visit him. he handed me a basketball and told me how to shoot. been only five i didnt now how i was going to inpress my brother cause there was no way i could sink a basket. but as i stepped up to the basket i through it hard and the ball went in! i was so exited that i could inpress my role model my brother. so tie my father gave up on me please dont give up on your son keep supporting him no matter what that coach says lol. and also the names chris keech not coreen keech this is my moms account well i wait for mine to get off hold thanks for all the entertainment never give up.



sincerly,

chris keech



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Answer 178

My Dad coached me in little league baseball when I was a kid. One day I was getting equipment ready before a game and ran to the dugout between the ptcher and catcher who were warming up (mental giant that I am), I got beaned by a practice pitch and got knocked out..Dad sent me home to Mom with a nasty headache...the next day he put his back out and was laid up for 4 days....whatta guy :)

Answer 179

I had no father, but my stepfather took me hiking when I was about 9 years old and we camped out for several days in the expedition, just he and I. It made me feel special, and like I was worthy of his attention/ affection. Best time of my life even though I packed too much and wound up heat sick and worn out!

Answer 180

When I was around 8 my father spent almost a week working on our front lawn making a rink for us to skate on. He blew the snow off of the lawn and onto the sides of the rink to make banks of snow for us, so we had something to slide into. It was really cold but he did it for us. Then he made us nets out of wood and burlap bags. They worked great. Kids from the neighbourhood came and played on our rink. My dad would come out when he wasnt busy and shoot the puck around with all of us. Everyday we would shovel the snow off the rink and play on it until it was to dark to see anything. Then my dad would turn on the outside light so we could get a few minutes more out of the night before going in for some hot chocolate and then bedtime. When our rink started to melt, he took us down the road to the local pond and helped us clean that off for more ice time. Once I went chasing a puck and my foot went thru the ice. My dad came and using his hockey stick and pulled me out. What a soaker I had!. Off came the skates and we were homeward bound. I learned to love hockey and had a pretty decent slap shot, if girls hockey had been around I would have played.

Answer 181

When I was a young girl, I studied ballet, but followed no sport. One day my father called me in to watch a boxing match with him. Boxing was my idea of thuggism and I protested, but watched with him. He began to compare the foot movements, the speed, and dexterity of the boxers to the movements and discipine of ballet. After that day, I began to appreciate other sports for their grace and discipline. Now, I am not so quick to judge, and am watching for intelligence, preparedness, and bold movements,and realize the multi-dimensional aspects of almost any sport. In addition, I love seeing a good boxing match:)

Answer 182

Mr Eastick was my lacrosse coach when I was playing in Esquimalt on Vancouver Island. He was a fantastic coach, one day at practice Mr. Eastick came up to me and said I would like to meet your mother. I said, "sure coach come on she's sitting right up here." I introduced my Coach to my mum, who took me to every lacrosse practice and games. My mother was and is very awesome. Before the end of the lacrosse season my Coach was dating my mum and before we new it we were living with him. And right after that he became My Dad, and along came 2 brothers and a sister. He was always there for us except when he had to go to sea for the Navy. He is one great Coach and Dad.

Answer 183

Hounestly i was raised by my mother, and she was my dad too, even though i was female she got me in to sports, baseball, hockey you name it, at a younge age she would drive me here and ther just to get adigraphs from players i,e you at the west wood mall in malton,mississauga ont..there would be times she would have to wait for HOURSSSS, just so i would get cards signed.. she always made me feel just because i was a girl i could go just as far as the guys.. she always cheered me on at my base ball games.. NEVER MISSED ONE!!! Those are my special memories of my momDAD

Answer 184

My dad, my brother and I are die hard Montreal Canadians fans!!! My best memory was when the Habs won the Stanley Cup in '93. I will never forget the feeling we had when they held #24.

Answer 185

My best memory with my dad was when i was 10 and i just joined a soccer league. Soccer was my favourite sport and i was good at it too. During the first game i didn't play much because i was nervous. The second game my dad took his work off just to come watch me but again i didn't play for the first half. My dad came to me and talked to me that he was just happy to see me playing my favourite sport. Coach played me second half and even though i didn't score or do anything really great, i felt like a winner because i played and my dad was there and i had alto of fun.

Answer 186

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Answer 187

This is what my son wrote: Im a single mothers kid. I wish I had a special moment to share but every time I practise with my mom she gets impatient because she doesnt really understand the sports but shes my teacher and she has helped me alot by practising with me and giving me good information that has helped me through the years, my mom had to replace my dad but she's done a great job and I love her very much and I am going to give her a fathers day present.



- That was my son who has played 5 years of hockey and 6 years of baseball. And he really enjoys watching the maple leafs. He is 11. He doesnt use the computer but wanted me to write this and to say Hi to you and say you are his favorite player on the leafs.

He doesnt have a dad but he has health and hes had a lot of opportunity to participate in sports and what a great opportunity for him.

All the coaches have been great role models.

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As far as myself. Memories of my dad have ran through my mind every single time I have ever played sports with or coached my son. There are so many. I treasure each one. All his words about tying your skates and taking care of your glove, about how to get back up. I'm so proud of him coaching me and my sister through hockey and baseball. Also teaching us to be excellent horseback riders. He made us two girls pretty tough but in a good way. That got me through in life. All the little details that mattered to him about the equipment and the psychology of sports. Him being a hockey player and a boxer who always cheered for the underdogs in life. All the hockey nights in Canada when - my mom would go out and he would cook and then we would cuddle up to him on the couch while he watched 'the game'. I love my dad!!!!

Answer 188

me and my dad do archery and thats something we've always shared so its great to know that when i represented Yorkshire that he was really proud of me.

Answer 189

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Answer 190

When I scored 4 goals in a lacrosse game and 1 of the goals I switched hands and scored.My dad went crazy, and the away games, we usually spent quality time together

Answer 191

none yet, but i like seeing tapes of you and the maple leafs. We (my dad, mom, 2 brothers and i) almost got to see a Pittsburgh Penguins vs. Philidelphia Flyers game, but we fell $15 short of enough tickets. I also remember my dad and i last year watching the Stanley cup finals between Edmonton and Carolina. The funny part is, all of the games i watched (3, to be exact) Edmonton lost. I watched every minute of game 3 (i think Carolina won 5-0).



P.S.: my favourite leafs players of all time are You, D.J. Smith, Daryll Sittler, and Terry Sawchuk.

Answer 192

I played baseball when I was a small and I always remember everyone wanted to get a ride to the out of town games with us because my mom & dad would always take their car load of little girls out for ice cream after the game.



I was so proud when my little friends used to say,"Your dad's so cool! My dad doesn't even come to the games let alone buy ice cream."

Answer 193

My mom used to work nights and on nights the Leafs were playing I was allowed to stay up past my bed time and watch the game curled up on my Dads lap. I didn't get much sleep on those nights but they are the best memories I have about my Dad from when I was younger and I still like sitting on the couch watching the game with him now that I'm older.

Answer 194

I did not spend any time with my father growing up. However, I just want to say that my foster-father (and mother) who were never parents before I came along left me knowing what it would be like to have parents. He used to play classical music in the car and occasionally would start waving his hands like the conductor. He attended every Drum Corps event and Winter Colour Event that I was in. One season he noticed that all of our boyfriends were just hanging around waiting for us finish rehersal so he even organized a Colour Guard that was especially set up for all of our boyfriends!



Another thing that I remember most was he gave me his business card so I could put it in my wallet if I ever needed to call him, on the back before he gave it to me he was telling me how I had to BELIEVE in myself. He wrote that word BELIEVE on the back of the card then gave it to me.



I remember calling him at work,... he never told me at the time but as it turned out many years later they laughed and told me that he was in a boardroom meeting. I was afraid to get on the GO train - it was a phobia. He assured me that it would be Okay & he would see me and would be there, and yes the trains are big. I was about 14 or 15 and we were all going out for a nice dinner in T.O. , it worked out that I had to meet him downtown. I kept dragging the conversation on and on and he never let on that it was an important meeting. He is the most patient person I know. It was actually pretty funny, they didn't know me that well & I didn't realize that those trains were my phobia :)



He has been in my life for 24 years. He walked me down the aisle to get married. He was there for me in early hours at the delivery room (my foster mother was there for the actual moment my son was born)



He was at business meeting just north of our city and about 2 hours away from their home in Toronto and came over to our house to give me & my husband a hand with our daughter. He even went to the highschool to talk with the teachers with me and sort things out.



I just thought that someone should know that this person was the father that I never had.



P.S. My foster-mother is an equally remarkable woman.

Answer 195

I guess watching a hockey game or soccer match with my dad. Sometimes the Canadian hockey game at the Olympics on tv.

Answer 196

my favorite sports memory that I share with my Dad would have to be how when I was little he use to always take me to the old timers hockey game when it came to halifax. We would sit in the stands and he would tell me about the players that were playing and how he use to watch them when he was little. He always took the time to talk to me about the game and point out how they played. He'd tell me to watch the wingers and see how they play and he'd nudge me whenever Daid "tiger" Williams would come onto the ice to let me know my favourite player was out.

Answer 197

My favorite sports memory is watching the Leafs and the Habs play. I always watched the games with my grandfather we were huge Habs fans.

Answer 198

Hi Tie

First thanks for providing this opportunity, my dad passed away in feb of 1993 and it is at this time that I miss him, I am one of six girls and one boy and I think he was thrilled to have a daughter who was a leaf fan., so every saturday night was our night when I was younger I was allowed to stay up for one period as I became older I graduated to watching the whole game with him. For my 10th birthday he surprised me with a pair of seats to maple leaf gardens for my birthday, even though they were up in the greys it was like winning the lottery.

I will never forget it.

Tie if you choose my answer I will be donating your jersey to the school that I work for which is the Ontario Foundation for Visually Impaired Children

Answer 199

My brother and I would wrestle in the pool with my Dad all day in the summer. I think those were some of the happiest times in our lives. He'd be like a whale, and my brother and I would be sharks trying to eat him. He was good, so we'd have to employ strategies, like swimming from the bottom of the pool up from under him, where he couldn't see us as well.



It was great exercise - we got about four hours a day of unbroken swimming out of him. To this day, I can still swim just about all day if I have to. :)

Answer 200

When I scored my only two goals in U10 Soccer in front of my Dad and especially my visiting Grampa Bob!

Answer 201

Going to an old timers hockey game together and watching my dad's reaction when he got to meet Gordie Howe!! It was truely priceless as Mr Howe was always one of his favourites!

Answer 202

OK, so I wasn't allowed to watch hockey with Dad... he was banished to the basement with the black-and-white TV to try and keep his daughter from learning his "colourful" language. So this memory isn't sports-related, but I feel the need to share it regardless.



My Dad endured dozens of cancer treatments when I was a teen - it seemed every few months he was up against another obstacle, yet he rarely let it get him down. His brilliant sense of humour and caring ways - and his great love for life - were always his trademark. Few people even knew he was ill.



But one day, as the two of us prepared to go Christmas shopping together, he seemed to carry an extra-heavy burden with him. He was far too stoic to talk about his illness, so rather than make him uncomfortable, I simply accompanied him in silence.



As we headed home in the dark, Dad pointed out the sparkling fresh blanket of snow that had fallen in the vacant parking lot behind the grocery store, and pulled into the lot just to gaze quietly at it for a while. His face started to soften, and I knew what he was thinking... so I egged him on.



"Dad," I challenged him quietly, "Someone told me you can't do donuts in a front-wheel drive car."



His eyes twinkled, and a little smile pulled at one corner of his mouth. "Oh, really?" he said.



It turns out front-wheel drive cars are capable of excellent donuts. Tears of laughter poured down my face - the more I squealed, the faster he went. We covered the entire parking lot with loops and skids until there was no spot left unmarked.



"Don't tell your Mother," he smiled when we pulled in the driveway, "or she'll never let us out together again."



Dad lived for another ten years, and we had more opportunities to get lost chasing rainbows and play Mario Andretti in his little car... but nowadays, whenever I see a parking lot covered in fresh snow, I have to resist slamming my vehicle in reverse... and I can still see his twinkling eyes.

Answer 203

I remember well when I went to the first Buffalo Bills game at Rich Stadium in Orchard Park

Answer 204

Going to watch the cars race at Westgate Speedway (Peterborough)

Answer 205

I would have to say, all the memories he had as a hockey player at a time when native players were not accepted. The games he played along with his brothers and cousins in the residental schools way back then. Or the time when he ran into Bobby Hall and a Swede player in the 1960's.That was funny. I had a picture of him in a hockey gear and hope to send it to you one day,eh.Have a good day,eh.

Answer 206

January 25/97..... the first time me or my dad got to see Maple Leaf Gardens, and I got to watch you play

Answer 207

Going to a Leafs game with my dad and watching the Leafs win 3-2 over Tamba bay! Also when me and my dad went to a Jays game!

Answer 208

Casting off the coast Ketchikan I miss you and love you pop

Answer 209

Sitting on the couch and watching the Steelers win the Super Bowl.

Answer 210

My favourite sports memory was when I used to watch hockey games with my dad. When someone scored I would say "He scoots.... cheerios!" Instead of He shoots he scores! My dad still teases me about it today!

Answer 211

Hi Tie,



My life has been very blessed. I had an asthma attack at the age of six which left me paralyzed with a disease called Guillian-Barre' Syndrome. (Same disease my dear friend, Serge Payer had). My favourite sports memory of my dad's was, I was going through many tests growing up. I was at Sick Kids, just had spinal surgery and my dad was taking me for a check up with the dr. The dr was awesome. I asked my Dad, if I could go into this appointment alone, and he said "I'll be right here". I went to my apppointment and I asked the dr some serious questions. I had this illness, also now scoliosis surgery, and I wanted to know how normal I could have of life. I asked him if I could have children (I was nervous to say that in front of Dad because I was only 18 and figured Dad would never allow me out again!). The dr said, "children are not possible". I asked about clinics, Russia anything...I was willing to do anything to walk/be normal. This dr told me I could never have children and I felt deeply alone. Everything I went through, spinal taps, EMG's, therapy, all I wanted was to be a Mom. I wheeled out the Dr's office and I was very sad....that night the Leaf's were playing, and one of my favourite Windsor Spitfire's was there playing his first NHL game. Ernie Godden. Dad knew, that I needed uplifting, and he called and got tickets right away, and Ernie Godden scored his only NHL goal with the Toronto Maple Leafs that night. Dad was crying, I was crying, and we weren't quite sure why we were crying but it was like Dad really understood why I needed some questions answered. I also appreciate to this day, his understanding and love, why I needed to ask alone. My father was so respectful.



Well Tie, I am proud to say that I was blessed! Not once, not twice but almost four times. I had two beautiful boys, one who still plays travel hockey and is my advocate at arena's when they don't place the ramps correctly!, one who plays recreational hockey, and then I lost a child in pregnancy, and then I was blessed again, with a daughter, my figure skater. I never got the chance to skate, I became sick exactly one week before figure skating lessons. I still plan to try it, not sure how yet :)



My dad said "you can't always believe everything, you hear, you must have faith and trust in God". I did Tie, and not by choice, I am a single Mom, raising three on my own, who I love with all my heart. When other's doubted I could have children, it was proven wrong!



I am very close to my mom and my dad. But when I"m sick, or in pain, having tests etc, its my Dad who I say "can you come with me?", and quite often we talk about hockey, wheelchair sports (me) and kids! Dad not only taught me the game of hockey on a saturday night growing up, but he taught me to trust God when I had no one else to turn too.



I am also blessed because my Dad is the role model for my three children. And how lucky can I be Tie? How blessed my children are. They have the greatest Papa in the world. Father's day is also Grandpa's day tomorrow for us. We will celebrate a man who came to Canada with a dream, sailed over from Scotland and married his sweetheart who sailed over as well, 52 years ago, and four children later.



My dad is still my support and I his. Dad recently went through radiation and made it through just fine. I just found out I have to have two sugery's this summer and I immediately called Dad from the dr's office. He said," don't worry....I'll be there...".I know he will be, and I know that when I don't have strength, he'll be praying and telling me about what a fighter I have to be.....



Dad always promised me he would live till he's 99 and he's 77 on June 24/07. *next week*. I just keep praying Tie.....that Dad lives as long as possible, and I know when he passes, it will be one of the saddest days in our lives. No one can make up for the person that believes in you, has faith in you, you can call at 2am in the morning and still loves you when you change the station in the car. We are all guilty of that one....I wish you could meet him, he's a Leaf's fan and we have many yelling matches at the tv during hockey season (usually at the ref's for penalties against the Leafs).



One of the best things too.....Dad and I can be totally serious...but when we laugh....I think that the whole world laughs along side us. and I think laughter is medicine that this world needs......



Be blessed, thank you on behalf of a "former Sick Kids kid", and just keep loving your children like you do......and I know they will someday share all of your special moments like you have helped us all to do....God bless you for that...



With love from Windsor and Essex County, always a wishing I was a Princess,......Cinderella....xo



PS You are a blessing to many........Have a wonderful Father's day tomorrow....and please know how much you are loved by so many all over the world......

Answer 212

This may seem pretty lame, but my sports memory of my stepdad is the time he actually signed me up into hardball when I was a kid. I enjoyed playing hardball for a couple of years. That was my only memory of my stepdad doing sports with me, so that was my best memory... told you it was pretty lame. :)

Answer 213

Watching a hockey game with my dad was my best memory.

Answer 214

One of the earliest and favorite sports memories I have with my Dad is holding my little sand bucket in the backyard while he chipped golf balls into them. He would have me padded up in goaltender gear so I wouldn't get hurt and then have me stand in our backyard with a sand pail and chip golf balls into them.

Answer 215

1974 I just moved from Hamilton Ontario. My mom's boyfriend (he was MY DAD) Took me to see the Canucks. Good team But im still a "GO TORONTO" fan you will always be one my favs too. Doug Gilmore, "CUJO" and the rest. Thanks for the memories!!!

Answer 216

My dad is a sports legend, he never had much money but he made sure all of us three boys, played hockey in the backyard. He made our rink, and drilled the hell out of us..Baseball was every spring outside at our baseball park. And we had street hockey with him every night whenever he came home. He made our hockey pads out of cardboard boxes and improvised on what else we needed. We didn't have anything fancy no $300.00 skates or private hockey lessons..nor did we belong to any rep hockey lessons, we had our father to teach us the basics and that is all that we needed.

Answer 217

Our Christmas tree "hunt" walks.

Answer 218

I remember Sunday afternoon, my dad used to take me to watch a soccer game!

Answer 219

I loved watching hockey with my dad at home. He gave the best commentaries!! So funny, with his 'mis-use' of players names...He kept me up on the history of teams, players etc. Just made it so much fun to watch :)

Answer 220

My favourite sports memory I share with my Dad is the two of us watching Zdeno Chara kick your *** when you tried to play tough guy with him, Tie.

Answer 221

When I was a kid my dad had Argos season tickets. He usually went with his friends, but sometimes he took me or one of my sisters. I remember one game in particular, because the half-time show was the RCMP musical ride!

Answer 222

I am the only girl in the family. But neither of my brothers took an interest in watching sports with my Dad. But I did. My favourite memory is of the two of us cuddled up on the sofa(I was about four or five) with an open can of sardines watching the Ti-Cats and grossing out my Mother. Dad saying to me, "Have a Billionaire! They are the good ones!" And me gobbling them up as if it was candy simply to have fun with my Dad and tease my Mom. But I have been a football fan ever since.

Answer 223

my favourite time was sitting in the basement with my dad as a kid. every time the leafs would miss a scoring chance, my dad would pound his fist down on the arm rest. soon after , i noticed i was doing the same thing.

Answer 224

There are many sports memories I have with my dad, and they are all hockey...we never have gone to any game but we always stay at home and make it really memorable. every weekend is a memorable one just because of hockey night in canada, cause first we watch the Leafs play (or which ever team may be playing from the east even though the leafs are my favorite team after the Oilers) and then we watch the Oilers play and it's just hockey and sports all day. but one of my all time favorite memories with my dad was from last year in the playoffs, it was the Edmonton Oilers and the 'canes. And we were cheering on the Oilers of course...and every single game me and my dad never missed a minute of the games or even intermission reports, and we always sat in the same spot, ate the same thing (we planned what we would eat in each period for good luck) and best of all we just had a lot of fun cursing the refs, and cursing the 'canes and watching highlights agian and agian, driving in the streets, honking our horns, and talking hockey non-stop. and it was just nice to have someone to talk to about hockey (cause my sisters and my mom dont pay that much attention as my dad and me) and just going crazy for every power play, goal, fight, it was just nuts in our house and it was some of the best times i spent with my dad, and it brought us a bit more closer than we were before.

Answer 225

my sports memory with my father was always watching my dad play hockey (rec league) it was the most fun sitting there eating french fries with lots of ketchup

Answer 226

My dear dad took me to air displays when I was young - I still love going to them even though he's not here to share them with me.....miss him sooooo much - he passed away when he was 57 :(

Answer 227

My favorite sports memory is fishing with my dad and catching the bigger fish...he was happy for me.

Answer 228

I have several. As a child, about 8 - 9 years of age, I have fond memories of going to Argo games with my Dad and two of my uncles (his younger brothers). This was in the mid 60's and my one uncle was a huge Argo fan and he would dress the part. I don't remember much about any of the games we attended, but I remember getting Argo pins and pennants (which I still have). But my favourite sports memory with my Dad occurred at Maple Leaf Gardens when I was nineteen. The day was February 2, 1977. The reason I remember the date is because it was the night Ian Turnbull scored five goals. My Dad and I (and a couple of his business colleagues) were at that game and saw all of Turnbull's goals, but not from out in our seats, but on the television set in the Hot Stove Lounge (we never did get out to the rink).

Answer 229

definitely the bobby orr goal where he got tripped and he scored whille he was flying through the air! that was sweet!

Answer 230

i doubt you will get this one you have so much to get through but currently i am playing rugby league with my father as manager he reviewa my game and tells me things to improve on i will never forget this and it really connects us

Answer 231

Now you might not think that ping pong is a real sport, but it is. I play dozens of other sports too, including rugby and squash at the University level but ping pong was my first love.



When I was a pre-teen and in my early teens, my dad and I would go down into the basement and night after night epic battles of wits and determination would arise.



We were very closely matched and both of us are very competitive. I was trying to become a man and beat my athletic father and my father couldn't let himself lose to a 12 year old. (he wasn't one of those fathers who would let me win and I prefer that)



We would come up at the end of the marathon sessions drenched in sweat and mutual admiration.

Answer 232

I'm going to give a hockey one.



Every day the leafs played(we are huge leaf fans), we would turn on the tv and enjoy ourselves. But the good part was i could stay up to see the games, and the best memory was we used to play ministicks. I'm 3 years younger than my brother so i was the ref, called stuff for fun, my dad and my brother used to play the game. I am sure i would of played hockey if they showed me on tv soccer and hockey. I still have a passion for hockey because of the ministicks. I go over to my friends nearby from my class, we play soccer, tag on bikes and when were inside we play a fun game of ministicks. I am happy when i can enjoy 3 sports, hockey, soccer and figure skating.

Answer 233

My dad had me at the Chris Chambliss home run game at Yankee stadium. I was two, so I don't really remember it.



On my 17th birthday, we went to MSG to see the Rangers against the North Stars. At the end of two, the Rangers were down three goals. We were about to leave to go to the Mad Hatter (my favorite restaurant/bar in NYC) for dinner; when, about 10 minutes into the 3rd period, the stars took a 5 minute major for spearing Brian Leetch(i think). The Rangers scored four on the penalty and hung on to win. We were going nuts. It was awesome, I still have the ticket from the game & we still love remembering that night.

Answer 234

Its a no brainer.................Toronto against The Habs ................. The 3rd period of overtime...........3:10 am Sunday Morning.....................My Dad and me are in the blue seats ........................ at the Habs blueline...............Bobby Baun come' s across center cross's the blue line and let's a slap shot go to score the winning goal ........................ And he did it with a broken leg ....................... Because of my Dad .........I was there!

Answer 235

OH MY GOSH! You're Tie Domi



Well I loved going to the Leafs game and I liked it when you beat Buffalo



I loved it when I went live to watch WWE wrestling with my father in The Air Canada Centre.



I hope I can be picked as you top three answers.



Anyway I love the leafs! They are my favourite team and well... you know why.



Oh yeah. Also I remember when me and my dad went to a soccer game in the Roger's Centre it was my country ( Serbia ) vs Italy. We scored the first goal but then Italy tied it up.



In all these places I went I cheered LOUD and PROUD!!

Answer 236

Well, my favourite memory without a doubt was watching the Toronto Maple Leafs at Maple Leaf Gardens. My dad was a hockey fanatic we were able to always get tickets and my dad loved Tiger Williams. But without a doubt he was a avid Daryl Sittler fan. So my favourite memory was my dad was when my dad would yell in his broken Italian accent, hey, are you stupid pass the friggan a puck , ma look at this , this guys a stupid! Dad I would say will you be quite your embrassing me. I still tell him to this day how embrassing he was but you know what I can't stop laughing at him.

Answer 237

him taking me fishing at 4 years old & then he left for good..haven't seen him since..that was 51 years ago

Answer 238

Watching hockey when I was a little girl.

Answer 239

none, all my dad did was drink booze and cheat on his wife.

Answer 240

Going to a hockey game with my dad, but my mom, was in love with you rofl, it was funny cause when you would score she would go crazy, we actually had like a picture of you in this cool maple leaf frame and it said Tie Domi.

Answer 241

Before moving to Toronto, my brothers and I grew up in Winnipeg...and of course, hockey was king! Even I played (being the only girl). At that time, we played at outdoor rinks - the fathers would take turns getting up in the wee hours to flood the rinks at the local community centre. I remember, vividly, my father having hot chocolate for me when I finished playing, and taking off my skates and rubbing my feet to warm them. He was a man among men, and a father like no other. Thanks for giving me the chance to remember him and those times...

Answer 242

My dad letting me stay up late on Saturday nights for Hockey night in Canada on CBC...and being allowed to swear at the TV without getting in trouble....AHH...the memories...My dad is a Habs fan, so watching Montreal vs Toronto was always grand!

Answer 243

My favourite memory is when my dad and i went to the Ottawa and Toronto Argonaut football game.With less than two minutes left in the game and being by the Toronto bench i was trying to get Doug Flutie to sign my program.I started crying because i couldn't get his attention my dad seeing this called for him to come over to sign my book.In astonishement he did and i was shaking so bad and i could hardly talk.He was such a nice fellow to do that but number 1 was my dad.I still take it out at times to admire the autograph and just rember that summer evening at the ottawa exhibition my dad and i.

Answer 244

my dad playing cricket and missing the catch ......and the ball knocking his teeth out......

i love my dad ......but he rarely played sport and this probably confirmed it for him.......he stuck to watching all us boys play instead......

Answer 245

my dad and i are die hard toronto maple leaf fans and love tough hockey you gave us many times to remember been fans for ever .

Answer 246

My Dad and I watched the 1958 NFL championship game between the NY Giants and the Baltimore Colts together. Great game, great experience great memory!!

Answer 247

when we went fishing a caught a huge trout.

Answer 248

when my dad brought me to a montreal/buffalo game, it was my first hockey game ( ima habs fan) and also when my dad coached my baseball team and we won all our games.

Answer 249

when we were to the soccer final of our favourite team and then we won.

Answer 250

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Answer 251

me and my father were at the sixers game where kyle korver sunk the three pointer with .6 seconds to put us into overtime. we were high fiving the whole way home, even though we lost in overtime. =)

Answer 252

I have alot of good memories with my dad, but 1 stands out in my mind. It was sometime in the mid to late 70's, mid-summer, My dad decided to take us to a double-header cubs-sox game. We started out around noon, went to Wrigley field and watched the Cubs kick butt! I followed my dads lead as he taught me how to fill out the programs. We even got to meet a few of the great ballplayers of old time. We drove from there over to Comisky Park, and had lunch at the corner bar while waiting for all of us fans to trudge into the ball park like a herd of wild cattle. A little rain dampered the crowd a bit, postponing the game, No problem dad said as he ushered us kids up under the upper decks. Waiting and praying this time would not end, the rain tapered off, and the game was put into motion again. Sox triumphed while skidding across the infield. I remember this day because my brother caught one of the foul balls, before being tackled by the drunks behind us to fight over the ball. ( all be it he was 12 years old, he was able to hold onto it for dear life )

With smiles, full tummys of peanuts, popcorn cotton candy and flat soda...we made our way out of the stadium. Coming to a halt just outside the doors, we realized we had alot more rain than we first thought....Now keep in mind, my brothers and I were 12, 9, and 7 1/2 years old, me being the middle child, Stepping off the curb, rain water reached my knees...well, that was like a cherry onto of our day. lol We trudged to the car in knee deep rain, all the way to the little parking area about 3 blocks from the stadium. Suffice it to say, we slept like babies that night. The memory of my dad, a FULL day with us kids, doing the things that we all enjoyed, together for once...will be in my memory for a lifetime.

Answer 253

My parents divorced when I was two yrs. old. I remember spending the weekend at my dads and we always watched Hockey Night in Canada on Saturday nights. I've grown up watching and, at 38 yrs. old, I still watch. It's a tradition! My dad passed away 5 yrs. ago and I miss him dearly but I'll always remember the times we shared watching Hockey Night in Canada.

Answer 254

bike riding

Answer 255

Duck hunting with my old man, uncles and friends and then enjoying a big steak dinner after, that a little off base but thats mine

Answer 256

Going to the Highland Games and watching the strong, kilted men tossing cabers.

Answer 257

i don't have one my dad didn't care about me. ~Mo

Answer 258

being with my dad when i was helping him build stuff

Answer 259

My father was always very busy with work so when he got time away I always liked to play with him. One time he took me to see a local team play and we talked and cheered and it as great.

Answer 260

My dad taught me how to play cricket and when I grew up and joined the cricket club, he used to take me there and watch how I played...

Answer 261

Watching Toronto Mapleleafs defeating Montreal Canadians.

Answer 262

my favourite was snuggling up on the couch while he watched (or I should say yelled at) the hockey game. I'm not sure he ever understood that that "damn Tom" guy couldn't really hear him. :-) I just liked the "space".. thanks for reminding me, he's been gone a long time.

Answer 263

basketbool

Answer 264

I think its watching the Chargers beating the Colts when they where undefeated, we where so happy

Answer 265

My dad had made a small rink and we played every night.

Answer 266

Well Tie I'm very sorry and may indeed bore you a bit but want to write this anyway and enter to get a chance to win your autographed jersey. Leaf fan I have been for a long time. But my best memories are not of any sport event with my dad as he passed away when I was 2 years old. At 8 I became very ill and was left with a bad gait, spent much time at Sick Kids (best hospital on the planet) and also at Ontario Crippled Children's Hospital on Rumsey Road in Toronto, name has since changed to be more politically correct to The Hugh McMillan Centre I believe it is called now. Well back in the mid sixties the Toronto Maple Leafs used to use my hometown (one that I know your very familiar with) as a training camp. When I was about 9 or 10 years old the Rotary Club took all us kids to a Leaf Pre-Season game at the Memorial Centre. Us kids that were with treated like royality, and we had great seats at the south end of the arena right under the picture of the Queen. Tim Horton, Bobby Baun, Johnny Bower, George Armstrong etc. were all there. The Leafs were playing New York and Johnny was in net right in front of me. I honestly remember yelling at Davey to score as he picked up the puck behind the net and darn if he didn't manage to skate his way right down to the other end and get an unassisted goal. Heaven, I tell ya I was in heaven. Before the game King Clancey and George Armstrong came up onto the stage and presented autographed sticks to all us kids that were with the Rotarians. These sticks were autographed by the entire team. One of the girls that was also on the stage was not a big hockey fan and we went to school together and so she ended up giving me her stick also. What a lucky stiff I was but being that age did not realize the importance that these sticks would be so I played street hockey with one and busted it up and gave one to an uncle for a bottle a little later in life. This stick was from back when the Leafs in the habit of winning Lord Stanley's Cup, and would probably be worth a few sheckles today but time and age and sobriety have all taught me this. Also the kids in the neighbourhood used to be able to go to the Memorial Centre and watch the Leafs practice for free and the players would give us their sticks and autographs for free, something that is sadly missing in some sports today as we hear of sports stars charging or refusing to autograph for their fans and the kids who look up to them. But enough of the negative stuff. As I aged I became pretty dependent on substances and lost my interest in sports pretty well all together. But was fortunate enough to get sober at a young age and am now proud to say that I have been that way for just over 30 years. So after I sobered up I needed to find a job and applied around town and ended up working at a Trophy Store in Peterborough. I was fortunate enough to have met Roger Neilsen when he was alive and would come in to have Pete's names engraved on many awards. Well on one occasion I made probably the biggest spelling mistake I had ever made while working there. As I stated at the time I wasn't the biggest sports fan and so wasn't sure of the spelling of some of the names of the Petes. Well Stevie Y. won the Molson Cup and I mispelled his name with an "I" rather than the "Y", not only was this very embarrasing but there were no more shields in the shape of the Molson shield and had to spend quite a bit of time cutting a new plate to engrave with the proper spelling. So I began to pay more attention to sports once again so I could discuss some with the customers and went to the odd Petes game also. But also employed at this same trophy store was a season ticket holder to the Petes. She and her husband rented out a room to a Petes player every year. Well on this one year they were having the Christmas party at their home for the staff. This year they were renting to Kris King. When we went over Jack took us to the basement to introduce us to Kris and his close friend Tie who were in the basement playing pool. I'm certain you would not remember this meeting but I certainly do. As you are also aware we folks in Peterborough are proud of our OHL Petes and also of the fact that we have produced the most successful number of drafts into the pros. Life went on and I returned to school to become a youth worker with young people in conflict with the law. I was once again back to loving the Leafs, even though I was often laughed at and cruel jokes made by my so called friends questioning the possibility of a mental disability existing as well as a physical one. Ha! Well a couple of years ago the Toronto Sun ran a contest where they wanted to people to show their true Blue and White and submit a photo along with a story. I wrote the story of going to that game when I was a kid and sent along a copy of the picture of King and George presenting the stick to me, that made it into the Peterborough Examiner at the time also. Was I ever a hero at school also. Ha! Anyway, I was one of the fortunate people to have won two tickets to a Leaf's playoff game against the Islanders. So off to the ACC we went travelling along highway 115, 28 and the 401 until we arrived. I took with me my mom's companion that she's been seeing for a number of years. He wore a Leaf's t-shirt and I a Leaf's jersey that the peers at work had given to me for my 10th anniversary of working there, with my name and the number 10 on it for years of service. When we got there we were greeted by a lovely young female who explained that the seats we had won were way up many flights of stairs (in the nosebleed section) and that there wasn't any seating for my wheelchair. She made a quick call and before you could say "Leaf's Rule" she had us in the elevator and being seating in the designated handicapped seating area, 13 rows from the ice, fantastic seats. We were also each given a Hiawian Leafs Shirt as an additional prize. I must be honest I do not recall the score of this game but do remember that the Leafs won and that you were involved in a pretty good scrap with an Isle. A grand time was had but sadly the Leafs did not make it to the finals again that year. May 20 I remarried and have turned this lovely lady on to the Leafs also, our second date we watched a game on the tube and for her 50th birthday I bought her a matching Leaf jersey to mine but with her new married name and 50 on it (for number of years she has graced this earth. She also has a Leafs hairband that she wears when we are watching them on TV. I had my left knee replaced last year and was at the doctor's office at St.Mikes just two weeks ago and while waiting to see him happened to pick up two different Toronto Life magazines. One had a feature story on Tim Horton and one had an interview with you. I enjoyed reading both of these articles and find it somehow ironic that here I am writing to you two weeks after reading this interview. I do miss the old NHL with just six teams as back then you knew all the players but realize that things change and with the addition of all these new teams it is good for many different cities and players. I also miss the warm smile of the King, how grumby Ballard was accused of being (although personally I loved him and his free spirit and how good he was giving to charities), being able to afford to take in a game - as tickets are for the corporate elite now and the Leafs winning the cup. I miss Punch Imloch leading the Leafs and at times being accused of having a bit of grumbiness also. Sorry for blabbering on so long but sometimes I just get a bad case of verbal diaria and cannot stop myself from telling stories. It was great to be able to write to you directly and I wish you the best of luck with your new enterprise TDE I think you called it if my memory serves me right from your interview. Best of luck also in your personal life as I know it must not be easy on you or yours to be under the microscope so much when dealing with private matters. And lastly although you did not explain how important a role your parents played in your success you did in Toronto Life and it was nice to read about how they supported you and your mom did not like to watch you fight. Thanks again Tie and if I am selected as one of your three finalist please believe me that I will not be as foolish with this treasure as I was with my autographed sticks (if you can remember them at all at beginning of letter). Ha! But will have this jersey framed properly and hang it up with honour if it should come my way. One final thing Tie please continue to work as hard as you have for the past number of years for these kids as not only do they need the services and toys that you help with but also they need you as a hero and good role model. Thanks for all you have done for the kids, for the Leafs fans and for the various charities.

Answer 267

basket ball

Answer 268

Going to leafs games with my Dad and watching you beat the %$#@ out of guys.