Rather than celebrating Father's Day on Sunday afternoon, Horace Russell marched with several thousand people to take a stand against the New York Police Department's controversial "stop and frisk" policy.
You work exhausting hours trying to hold onto your job and provide for your family in a scary economy. When you get home, you help prepare dinner, play with the kids, help with homework, read goodnight books. Then there are chores around the house and, finally, a chance to crash and have a little time with your wife -- unless you had to bring work home. You squeeze in however many hours of sleep you can.
â¢ All dressed up with somewhere to go! A glowing Victoria Beckham and dapper sons Brooklyn, Romeo and Cruz toasted dad David Beckham Sunday at Bouchon in Beverly Hills. The family celebrated with caviar, and David enjoyed a plate of steak and eggs, while his boys topped off their meals with cookies. The soccer star doted on his pregnant wife during brunch, ordering for her and making her laugh. "They seem very connected â¦ still smitten and more like newlyweds than an old married couple," an onlooker tells PEOPLE. Also at Bouchon: Ryan Seacrest, celebrating Father's Day with his mom and dad.
Muhammad Ali, my father, has never been afraid of confronting conflicts outside of the ring. His recent attempt to free two hikers held captive in Iran reinforces his relentless effort to promote peace, tolerance and humanity around the world.
On a legal pad next to my father's armchair, I see my name in his handwriting. It's between "Atlanta tickets" and "taxes," on a list that also includes such excellent questions as "Sicily?" and "wine?" -- and it's crossed off.
SEATTLE -- Today we have a little bit on the labor-thawing NFL front, as well as the annual Father's Day book list (with an offbeat sports bio I cannot recommend highly enough), a tribute to one of the giants of the sportswriting business you may not know, how one team's prepping for the resumption of football (let us pray), some encouraging news about helmet technology, and a death in the 49er family that means half of one of the great backfields in history is gone.
On Christmas Night in 1966, my father and I found refuge in the back of a bus bound for Baltimore. The Baltimore Bullets of the NBA had a deal back then, to lure fans from neighboring D.C.: Five bucks got you a bus ticket and a ballgame.
A reasonable person would assume that a man born and raised in New York City, with a blood connection to All-Star third baseman Red Rolfe of the great Yankees teams of the 1930s and early '40s, would be a devoted fan of the Bronx Bombers.
As a child growing up in Bloomington, Ind., one of the first lessons I learned was that a prerequisite to any base level of social acceptance was a fluency in the lingua franca, Indiana basketball. I took this to heart at an early age. Like most everyone, and for as long as I can remember, I've followed the Hoosiers with a passion that approaches religion.
In honor of Father's Day, let's take a look at some dads who gave famous people a giant gift: their names. You know Dale Earnhardt Sr. and Ken Griffey Sr., but here are some lesser-known seniors behind a slew of celebrity juniors.
Sometimes it's the simplest stories that provoke the best reactions. A few months ago, I wrote a column for Sports Illustrated about my dad, Phil, and how he's still playing hoops at 71 despite double knee replacement and a bum shoulder. I wrote about how basketball was the "language of our family" and Phil's "idea of a heart-to-heart was preaching the prudence of bounce passes." (You can read the whole story below)
I know it's called "Father's Day," not "Stepfather's Day." But not all fathers are fathers, biologically speaking. And on Father's Day, we also should celebrate their efforts, thankless as they may be.
I had my young sons sit on the couch with me five years ago, each of them tucked neatly at my side. I remember thinking that if I can just sustain a glimmer of a smile, then the announcement that our family is breaking apart can be over, and the healing will begin. Why can't it ever be that simple.