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He's the one when I was five m told his friends I was the smartest kid in kindergarten and probably the school at Downwiew Public after I won an award for tying up my ghtte1tteett in record time. l Me's the one when I was six who made sure for many years todome that our family had a two-week Bummer va- cation at I lake up north, even though he didn't have mush my to buy a decent suit to with. Me's the one when I was seven, who helped explain the meaningofdeath tome whenlcouldn'tcomprehend why my grandfather wasn’t arouul to listen to basehatl games on the radio with me any more. He’stheonewhenlwaseiglitwhotriedmmeakmeinto the Domiew Boys Club hockey association tt year early so I could play with my older friends. And then We rest of the night comforting me when they turned me down. tIe'sttteoiie-tIwasnirtesrhotookmetomyoutdoor hockey game in a near-blizzard at'6:30 aim. Saturday morn- ing and stood outside hoping to see me score my first goal ear. I did too, and atte'rwirds he, alternated between pat- tingme on my back and rubbing my cold feet. Didn't even mention his frost-bitten feet though. 7 A He's the one when I was 10 who let me skip Saturday morning swim class because he knew if I missed even one fastball practice I wouldn't have a smwball’s chance in hell of landing the first‘base job. ' He’s theme whenlwas 11 who trnew1seatedmitheement blocks on nay feet and tactfully suggested at breakfast one gay I'd probably make a good goalie. _ He’s the one when I was 12 who was away on business WATERLOO FASTBALL LEAGUE The following results include games thedgesdaz June 4 City Cabs Kent Hotel Biltrite Lumber Regional Police mug-mqmmm)mh -t-trma-trr--'trr-r-t"us Valeriote Computers Wednesday June 11 Conestoga 8:30 Kent Hotel vs. Biltrite Lumber FOR WmlllllilllPs DAY RIEPERT MIG til. m. Instant replay: Tribute to my Dad' - City Fastball Min. at nut ot no not. 220 KING SOUTH - WATERLOO . 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If he heard a cheer but didn’t see the red light, out he'd come flying with his distinctive cheer "Atta boy He'stheoue when] was lSwhohecame managerofour teamaetd%todugintohitromt poehetatoparieetimetbr guys on our team who didn'thavethe six bits needed to play. ih'ittttedividemiemeattttemiof_ttterear%ten'm the first championship team in my life. He‘stheouewhenlwaslswhostoppedconungtomy games when I kept dropping not-so-snhtle hints that it Wasn’t mtotaortrtrritokiiradrmmingro-ititforr4etter- ,eordsattotrnding. I mean, hehadonlyheenintliearmyin World War II but I figured his ears were too sensitive. I realize now it wasn't his ears, but his feelings that were sen- sitive, especially when I chalked up six shutouts in a row and saw the hurt in his eyes when I came home to tell him. I realized too late that the goose-eggs meant very little with- out that "atta-boy" cheer. . He's the one, when I was w, who let medrive his car alone He's the one. now that I'm 27, who is going to sit in his the very night I got my license, even though it_was pouring chair. put his glasses on. and read this column again, word rain. “I know you'll be careful," is all he had to say: by word. And for reasons onlyhe and I have to know, I think He's the one. when I was 18, who told all his friends I was he might appreciate it even more the mam around. wettest goierarotrrtd,titaimsanaturauandbourtdtet'rin Happy &rradaytothettestthereis. , ' ( s Q _ "a“ -er" l ,liil,,, tet", " g? , -'r'. S “a M I off L price of'a Body Support Wave and $3.00 off a Cut a Style or Coloring service Mon -- Tues - Wed -' Thur - Fri 9:30 - 7:30 Sat 9:30 - 6:00 TOTAL IMA GE......A BEA UTIFUL PLACE TO BE. I CONESTOGA MALL KITCH. WATERLOO 886-5020 (please bring this invitation with you) _ offer expires June 25. 1980 g .-___ " In a" - In In m-.-------"-""- . 'di ' t ‘ . . a! A ', 'ru" " WM , T8 . , , ' . , L"'='a : . , trim a. . A " - ' ADVISORY STYLIST KATHLEEN SALON STYLIST SARAH PERM TECHNICIAN ELAINE MASTER STYLIST FRANK (Manager) Woodman-u. mums-museum:- tterto-r.strer-ptt_ehteteeym it,ittkttue.sG--hee,iirardnotrtrtdiea- iie'stse--r-,-ft-dtetMaqt_rre?tet mrii-toauoraa-irhatrtree".Prtttt 'ikioaaet-ioe-attrsdeho"1ritmade meloot. iae"ithemte,--a,mtttsgavetttom"erytok ,rsesrtoidnirmrititrr-om0atttrtrae8e8."ttow tteta.Aa-titttmeiane-it-edotesahtmtttisey drinking days when he knew! was drittkirtgtoormreh in W. y He's the one, when {was 21, who told me! waa exactly like him was he started dating girls. Sly. insecure and sure they'd all say no. "It cart hurt to ask,“ he said. Me was right. . . He's the one. when I was 22, who realized probably before 1 did that my active participation in my favorite sports was drawing to a close,“ "ttrested I might likeanotherfacet of athletics. Like reporting. He's the one. when l was”, who rarely saw me all year hm always had the biggest smile wha I'd come home and shoot a game of pool or watch a Leaf game with him on TV. AndsttiruaveGeaetiitestrcutuphistteroBottGotdham on Hockey Night in Canada. He’stheone, ,rttenrqeasM,nettooetttteiraytttrmetmma trip downtown just before my sister's wedding told me about my entire hockey career, and how I wasmbhed of the most valuable player award on at least one occasion. But I never really minded what everyone else tho-apt. hecausel -toriewisastttetteat,astdthat-oatimportant. 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