I understand your angst, amigo...really, I do. You're in a tough spot with no easy way out. But here's a wee bit of food for thought from my own experience, years and years ago.
I loved playing football. I was never very good at it, never good enough to even sniff a scholorship like my dad, but I loved everything about it, even the practices. But there was one disappointment, and it took me awhile to get over it. My dad never saw me play even one down. He was committed to his job, which at that time required lots of travel away from home. If he was home on Saturdays he'd usually be found at his office clearing up correspondence and shuffling through reports. I wished then -- and wish now, some 65 years later -- that he'd been there for one or two of those few games that constitute my football career. But...he had other commitments. As I matured and better understood the pressures he was undergoing at that point in our family history I learned to deal with my childhood disappointment. But still...well...I wish hed been there.
I don't know what kind of coach you are...I don't know what kind of fan you are. You may be the greatest at both, or maybe you're nothing more than a warm body among many others. But whatever you are in those two facets of your life, you're still, and always will be, Daddy to someone. Make it count, amigo, make it count.
