Dad and I had always loved to watch sports together, particularly the Atlanta Braves. Daddy had always recorded every game and we would often sit and watch together, talking about the strategy and the players, and the manager's mistakes. We also watched a lot of college football and other sports, as well. I had occasionally sat in his lap, which he always seemed to enjoy. As I got older, my mother would admonish me, saying that I was too old to do that, so I would not do it if she were around.

So one night Daddy was watching a football game and, dressed for bed, I casually sat down...