Editor's note: Ernest Hooper's son Mat fills in today so his dad could take Father's Day off.
The apple never falls far from the tree. Contrary to that belief, my dad and I have a lot of differences.
He graduated from the University of Florida. I graduated from Florida State University. Go Noles.
He went to school for journalism. I went to school for creative writing.
He always wanted to be a journalist. I grew up dreaming of being a football player, then a novelist.
He writes his stories for the newspaper. I write for my own blog (shameless self-promo but hoopsbloops.com!).
He was distraught when Prince died. I was distraught when Drake dropped his disappointing album Views.
His tagline is "that's all I'm saying." I believe in letting your ending find itself organically.
He argues that Michael Phelps and Serena Williams are greater athletes than LeBron. I laugh.
He oddly really likes Pitbull. … I do not.
He doesn't know who Tyrion Lannister is. I watched Episode 9 after Game 7 of the NBA Finals.
He writes his story on a laptop. I wrote this on my Notes app.
He's a boomer. I'm a millennial.
See, we have plenty of differences. But there are similarities.
We both have a passion for writing. We both have a passion for the Tampa Bay Rays. And we share a passion for people.
I think I can give him credit for that. He raised my siblings and me as anything flies. We could like whatever we want, and pursue what we wanted.
I think we both agree: That's awesome.
That's all I'm saying … (The ending found itself here.)