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Best Day in Sports 

      When my dad was younger and I was in elementary school, he played soccer. He was on a team called the Grackles, and whenever he had a game me and my mom would go down to the field and watch my dad play. It was a really good time for me, I met new people and I got to see my dad having fun and being active. Back then he didn't drink as much and was honestly a little happier. Those games hold some of the best memories of him that I have. When he would jog over after a game beaming and hugging me and my mom so tightly that we couldn't breathe. Cheering for him from the shade with sweat dripping into our eyes and hats to cover our faces. He was so vibrant on the field and I wish he still played. He's always so stressed and nervous now, and I think playing soccer was probably one of the things keeping him optimistic and happy. I miss that part of my dad more than I can articulate, and I want him back so badly.