Fathers cut a wide swath, don’t they?
You could be an example of strength and courage, an inspiration to generations of offspring. You could be the guy who was always there, without fail, cheering, win or lose, at every game, regardless of the sport. You could be the Cool Dad, the one with all the jokes. Hell, you could abandon your children and still cut a swath when even by your absence you drop a permanent sour turd in their lives that never goes away.
Or you could do it like Marv Marinovich.
1988: Marv and his army and their perfect product. (SI.com) Continue reading “Not a pretty story”