Well, he ain't no Michael Jordan. He can't dunk a basketball and we are glad to say that he doesn't walk around the house in his Fruit of the Looms. He's not a millionaire, he threw his winning McDonald's Monopoly piece in the garbage. But, he could still probably out do Michael in baseball and wears the bling quite competitively too. Plus, he's my Dad and he practically has as many fans as he does. Me, being his #1!

So, here is the Papa Macho at his last BSU basketball home game against Utah State. He has just received an appreciation award for his years of dedicated service. But, there is something lurking in the distance...

Later that evening he hands his adorable grandson a name tag that he had worn only hours earlier. His grandchild is devastated when he learns what it reads. The team who beat us that very night has a tag with his Papa's name printed on it. It is I who must explain the hard truth to this poor boy. Unfortunately, the word alumni means nothing to a five year old.. but he was wise enough to know that at least it hadn't read BYU. So, the Papa Macho's fans cheered on!
Because we are Orange and Blue - Through and through. Except for Jed, who claims he is nondenominational.
Go Orange

Go Big Blue
Fight Fight
BSU!!!
Go Broncos!

We love you Dad, even more than we, or shall we say I, love Michael Jordan. I don't really think anybody else in my family cares about him in the first place. Except for the baby, but that's because his judgement is still so clear, as the veil is thinner for him. Was that wrong to say? Just a joke. Truly Father, we love you. You are an incredible Dad and a terrific example in every way.