Epiphany

I had one of those enlightening, eye-opening, smack you in the head, epiphanies last night!

If you're a reader of this blog and its comments, you've probably noticed the football rivalry between my sister-in-law and myself. We have very differing opinions.

My problem is, I believe some of her comments, opinions, to be not fact based at all, totally false and far-fetched. (Stay w/me here, Jo, keep reading!)

I, on the other hand, believe that some of my opinions are completely and 100% factual. Which leaves me is a quandary when people disagree with...with...with a fact!

As I was pondering this it dawned on me:

Oh-my-gosh I am my father!

Then, I started freaking out like all good natured twenty somethings do when they realize they have some of their parents annoying qualities...like always having to be right!

Let me explain my dear ol' Dad.

My Dad is a retired United States Air Force F-15 Fighter Pilot. My dad was one of the best. Now, that is 100% factual. I am not exaggerating one bit.

He felt the need, folks, the need for speed! Ahahaha! He kicked some tires and started fires! Oh, thank goodness for "Top Gun," the movie!

Anyway, my dad is an intellectual man. Who has opinions. Lots of opinions. About politics, current events, sports, etc. The thing is, my dad would disagree that he has a lot of opinions. My dad, would state, that he has the facts and comes to the only logical conclusion possible with those facts.

I think that might be a common trait among fighter pilots. They have a stressful job where one mistake in the air could mean death, so they have to be confident in their decisions, in what they know. Sometimes, that carries over into their every day life.

And, I think somewhere along my growth and development, I inherited...or adopted...this quality.

So, take my "opinions" about Peyton Manning. Peyton Manning (to me) is professional, is a smart quarterback, is respectable, does not pout, takes his job very seriously, and is good at what he does. I've read numerous football articles about seen numerous sports news and ESPN stories.

So, being my father's daughter, and because of all of the "research" that lead me to my informed decision, I have turned my opinions regarding Peyton Manning into facts. Therefore, when people disagree with my facts, i.e. have their own opinion (for example, my sister-in-law calling him a spoiled brat), I think it's the most far-fetched, unwarranted thing! I don't even have the ability to grasp where such a belief comes from. This has got to be because I turn my opinions to fact, just like my dad. All of this dawned on me last night, out of the blue!

I have my father's quality! The very quality that frustrated me as a child and caused me to stomp away from him, then turn back and glare at his laughing face, subsequently causing me to walk straight into a wall and smack my head, making him laugh even more and making me even more mad at my Always-Mr. Right-dear-ol'-Dad.

OMG. Holy cow. Hello Epiphany.