Most people think of Father’s Day as the day they spend time with their own father or with their kids, a family day. That, of course, is in places where Father’s Day is celebrated as a holiday.
In Korea, we have an all encompassing holiday called Parents’ Day, so there are no Mother’s Day and Father’s Day holidays. Therefore, Father’s Day is nothing special here. It’s a holiday that has not taken on meaning yet in my life, too. Sure, I have been a father for over a year now, but I still do not quite have that fatherly feeling yet. In other words, I do not yet define myself as a “father” though being a father has most certainly defined me. Some emotions and states of mind are simple to grasp, and some are not. For example, I easily define myself as a husband and as a teacher and even as a writer, but I just have yet to grasp in my mind the entirety of meaning of being a father. Perhaps things will change when my son can verbally communicate to me. Right now, he still seems to be a thing more than a person, though his personality has most certainly formed now.
With that said, and probably confusing everyone, especially me, let me explain how my Father’s Day was not so typical. I spent little time with my family on the day mainly because it was a softball day.
For the last four years, my spring Sundays have been consumed by softball because it’s what I love to do on my spring Sundays. This season, I became a captain in our softball league. Unfortunately, my team was not very good and finished last out of eight teams.
This Father’s Day, then, was our season finale. While six of the other teams will be playing in a championship tournament, my team was left to try for a win to end the season. And that we did in dramatic fashion.
My team went up 5-0 to start the game, but we ended up tied at 6-6 going into the final inning. The other team scored a run in the top of the inning to take a 7-6 lead. Then it was our turn. I was scheduled to bat fifth in the inning with some really good batters ahead of me.
The leadoff batter got a base hit to start. The next two batters flew out, but the runner at first moved up to second. The next batter got a base hit to score him and tie the game at 7-7. It was then my at bat with another good batter behind me to try to win the game. All I had to do was to get a base hit to move the runner into scoring position.
After hitting a foul, I got my pitch, and I swung and hit a line drive to right field. The ball rolled through for a base hit, but then it hit a rock and bounced over the fielder’s head. I kept running, and so did the runner in front of me. I stopped at second base and watched my player race home for the win. I was the hero and my players carried me off the field after we celebrated at home plate.
That, sirs and madams, is why I had a not-so-typical Father’s Day. Not many people can say they had a game-winning walk-off hit on Father’s Day.
After the game, I returned home and spent time with my family the rest of the night. My sweet wife mad me some homemade kimbap and I enjoyed her company until our crying child (we are trying to wean him from the bottle a bit early) forced us to go to sleep with him. However, it was a great day.