Our Dad

Coach was a father figure to many of you,

But he was our dad, and for a while, Gilbert's too.

He would often save Clint from scary TV shows.

He once spanked Monty for an errant baseball throw.

We loved to look at his old baseball cards,

And were amused at his players when they'd roll our front yard.

Bowling was the sport we most liked to play,

At Melrose or Madison, he'd beat us most days.

One summer to Kansas City a trip we would take,

To see the Royals and Yanks play. Two boys. Their dad. Boy, was it great.

Dad would always disappear at a certain season,

And although we were sad, we knew the reason.

His focus would be on Xs and Os,

In search of a trip to the Clinic Bowl.

We'd look forward every year to each season's end,

Because we knew we'd have our Dad back home once again.

We shared many moments together, some happy, some sad.

We will always remember him as not our Coach, but our Dad.

We love you Dad - Monty and Clint