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I Miss My Dad


we all lose our Dads.

they are rarely forgotten.

I’m sharing a link with you regarding John Schneider (Bo on The Dukes of Hazzard from the 70’s):

Mr. Schneider lost his own Dad recently.

john schneiderman getting real

my Dad and I used to watch Dukes of Hazzard together. the best reason I enjoyed those all-to-brief hours together was because I loved to hear my Dad laugh. it was genuine, and deep from the belly. it made me feel really good and safe.

I really miss my Dad. I never missed a chance to hug and kiss him, even in public all through my life, even when I was in my twenties (while that may not be a big deal for some, it is for some others), until he left us.

call your Dad. tell him you love and appreciate him. if you don’t feel that way I’m so very sorry. but, maybe it’s not too late to change that.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork


hardly a proverbial Son


I understand that a reference to the “prodigal Son” involves the restoration of a believer into fellowship with the Father.

However, I’m feeling controversial today. And, I know this post’s heading will grab attention and set a good stage.

And, it started with something I witnessed on Fathers Day, at the pool, as I was finishing up a work-out. Earlier in the week, as we made our way onto a local pitch (soccer field) for practice, we observed a group involved with a (pointless) youth football mini-camp. The Mom’s, in particular, were almost rabid with their earnestness (I used that word because it’s different than enthusiasm). The Dad’s were just awkward and tense.

SIDE NOTE: There was a little girl with one of the Mom’s at the football mini-camp wearing a t-shirt that read: “One Day I’ll Get Trashed at Prom”. This is likely a girl being raised by her Mom to be a cheerleader one day.

To wit…

I’ve realized – and, it’s not a simple opinion, that the best form of a son is that of a daughter.

Little boys whine a lot. Especially in sports.

We all know the family with the young lad raised by sisters (treated like live-in servants). He’ll make like a princess whose lost her pea and wail like a siren at the smallest slight. You Georgia Mom’s, in particular, and pee-wee football (“you doan’t understand… This is ah liiiife!”), know just who you are.

Lacrosse and Soccer just seem to bring out better qualities in people.

So… Circling back to the prodigal son angle… I observe the hapless earthly fathers of these girly-boys stand back in uncertain horror, and denial, at what they observe. But, in all fairness this is likely a reflection of their own young lives as well.

NOTE: My own Mother was a high-diver and brooked no weakness in her sons. We learned to swim, and well, before we could walk. And, taught us to value her. And, you’ll see that reflected in how I treat my own daughters (of Zion, or not).

By the way… I’m only picking on the sissies and the Mom’s who fit the above descriptions. So if it’s not you, described here; or, you can’t see yourself reflected in these words, don’t feel like you need to get all heated-up. Please… Feel free to prove me wrong, by all means.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork


chasms and bridges


Haley Anne is thirteen. Really only just that age.

I’m told all the time this is going to be a rough spell. Those details from, other, eye-rolling parents are, seemingly, meaningless this morning.

Haley Anne hung-out and rode with me yesterday to watch her U16 teammates extend their unbeaten record this season. She plays on the U14 Shockers. They had a good result last night, and are undefeated as well.

That’s all well and fine from a coaches perspective.

But, and so much more importantly, on the way home from the first match, and unsolicited mind-you, during a lull in the light chatter, she hauled-off with an:

“I love you Daddy”.

Damn. That’s rocket fuel for a father. With nothing else that could possibly equal that moment, it was now destined to be a perfect day.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sister.

Brian Patrick Cork


Soaring with the Hawks



It’s safe to say that anyone that knows me, or follows what I do, is aware that I coach my daughter Haley Anne in soccer.

Haley Anne is a formidable Defender and a Captain of her team – The Fusion Shockers. She is only twelve, but I have her (and a handful of her teammates) playing up at the U14 level – and, her team is a consistent winner (despite their coach).

That’s just background, and an opportunity to brag on my daughter who happens to be a beacon amongst her friends and teammates – but, also a bright light in my own life.

About a two weeks ago Haley Anne asked me if we could go to a Hawks (professional basketball) game. Before I answered, I had to pause, because those tickets are the hot commodity in Atlanta right now with the Hawks in the NBA playoffs. But, I only had to make one call into management to learn that that they could not be more delighted to comp me four tickets for last nights game at Phillips Arena. The Hawks were even at two games each with the Miami Heat, so the game was pivotal, and excitement is running high in town.

The stage was set.

I let Joanne know we were in motion. Haley Anne’s BFF is Emily Dwane, who happens to live down the street from us (and, is also a Shocker). We emailed her Dad, Jim, a President of an AIG business unit (that made money last year) and happens to share my passion and commitment to running, asking them to join us. Jim was traveling, but immediately agreed to catch an early flight home and share in the father/ daughter adventure. I arranged for a limousine and gave the thumbs up for a trip to the hair dresser (is that what they still call places that cut hair?) and nail salon.

Joanne nixed the limousine. And, I agreed with her (later).

Haley Anne looked great with her new hair cut. But, we got into a firefight over what she was going to wear to the game. I thought she should consider something a bit upscale. She wanted to wear sophies (come on… I won’t even let them wear that kind of thing to soccer practice). She even elicited support from her mother against me. And, that was a first. However, Joanne sided with me, and Haley wore trendy jean shorts with holes in them.

I was so proud; and, Haley Anne is not traumatized by my lack of fashion sense, and destined for a life of prostitution and misery.

haley-anne-and-daddy-at-hawksThe game, and the evening in general, was an unqualified run away success.

The Hawks easily defeated the Heat 106 to 81. Along the way we got to explore Phillips Arena as I was flagged down by a variety business leaders and luminaries. We ate some bad food. Haley Anne let me have my picture taken with her. During the game she caught me looking at her and she gave me a sweet smile and a little wave.

Daddy heaven. My daughter was happy. 

When we got home just after 11:30pm, I asked her what she thought of the experience.


Was her response; and, I got a really big hug.

Great day.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

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