I remember tap-dancing and singing in front of the TV when I was a kid, telling my dad to stop watching Ed Sullivan or Milton Berle and watch me.
Everybody wanna be a super dad and the best dad ever, but sometimes, I’m just realizing that I’m not perfect.
My dad was a journalist. He was in Rwanda right after the genocide. In Berlin when the wall came down. He was always disappearing and coming back with amazing stories. So telling stories for a living made sense to me.
It was my dad who got me into football. One day, he surprised me playing in the garage. He thought I was a thief. I always played football when I was a kid.
I had to learn how to chop wood actually – I don’t think my dad would have let me go chop wood in the backyard growing up.
When I was really young, I busted my nose when I was racing. The first thing my dad asked me was: ‘Are you OK?’ I said, ‘Can you fix the car for tomorrow?’ And I won the race the next day.
My mum and dad have always enjoyed life, and it’s something that’s been instilled in me. I wake up in a good mood most mornings.
My dad was the funniest guy I ever knew.
When your mom and dad read the paper, they like to know their sons are on the roster.
My dad likes to recite the story of ‘Pablo the Donkey’ before dinner to teach us the real meaning of Christmas. Every year, it’s the same; every year, we cringe!
My mom and dad passed away from cancer. Within nine months, I lost both of my folks. Immediately after that, I had a horrible betrayal where my brother, who worked for me, stole a lot of my money. He’s in jail now.
When I speak to my dad and my wife, and friends, they say it’s 10 years at West Ham, you’re leading the team out every week, when you sit back and really think about it, it’s very rare.
If it wasn’t for football, a lot of the best times of my life, my brother’s life, my dad’s life, wouldn’t exist.
I came up poor. My mother only had a fourth-grade education. My dad didn’t have any education at all. But they were very structured. They worked hard. You know, they didn’t complain. They didn’t murmur. And they believe in the Christ.
I started playing when I was about 13, mainly because Dad had guitars lying around the house. My dad taught me my first three chords, and I taught myself from there.
As a teenager, my dad taught me about the idea of unintended consequences, and I’ve had the experience, and how to deal with it, pounded into my soul over the years.
Fortunately, as it pertains to guns, my dad and uncle introduced me to guns the way it needs to be done: smart, slow and safe.
I was blessed and lucky to have been given opportunity. I really thank my dad, Joe Ben Hudgens, for taking his time and adopting this kid from the Philippines, and gave him his future, and opportunities. Without him, I wouldn’t be here.
I come from a family of educators. My sister is a college teacher. My dad is a college teacher, but first a junior high teacher.
My Dad is my hero. He’s 85 now and he is in great health. He is handsome and strong. He has an incredible moral and ethical backbone. I couldn’t have been luckier with my parents.
I grew up in a somewhat religious family. My dad’s family isn’t religious at all, but my mom’s side of the family is, so I was exposed to church a bit.
My partner, Nik, is a full-time dad and I am working on Phenomenal full time. Nik was in tech forever, but he decided to take some time to think about his next steps after we had our second child.
Ah, my dad’s whistle. On holidays when I was a kid, we would all be off in the rock pools along the beach. When it came time to go, we’d hear the whistle and we’d all come running. Like dogs!
My dad liked to boil a squirrel head and suck the brains out the nose. Smaller than a chicken, bigger than a rat.
My dad is a big dreamer, so I got that from him. Golf was my main thing when I was a teenager, and that’s what I wanted to do.
