One of my best friend's father passed away last night. A great great guy, extremely kind and generous. I think I may have spent more of my teenage years in their house than in my own house.They were very much like the Cunninghams on Happy Days, so much so that we used to joke that me and my other GB that would always go over to the house were "Ralph and Potsie" (though my boyish young looks reminded everyone of a young Chachi) My other GB and I would go over to their house when our buddy that lived there wasn't home and we'd play Pitch with his parents all night. We started our Fantasy Football League back in '94 and he had been in the league every single year, even these last few years when his health was bad. God, I loved talking football with him.
One of favorite memories of him was after our high school graduation, I was standing in his kitchen telling how much I loved the chicken wings his wife made and he put his arm around my shoulder and said: "Michael, if you want to have a happy life, find a woman who is good the kitchen and good in the bedroom" and then he looked across the room, pointed to his wife and when she looked at him, he blew her a kiss and then winked me and poured me a shot of Jack Daniels.
If or when you take a drink tonight, raise your glass to Jacko. A great father, husband, grandfather and friend.