So, the other day I found myself digging around online, you know how it goes. Ended up looking into Nick Bosa, the 49ers guy. Big player. And naturally, that led me down the path to his dad, John Bosa. I remembered vaguely he also played in the NFL back in the day.
Started pulling up old articles, trying to piece together his career. Miami Dolphins, first-round pick, injuries cutting things short. Pretty standard stuff when you look into these athletic families. You see the dad’s career, then the son’s, and you think about genetics or upbringing or whatever. I spent a good hour just clicking from one page to another, looking at stats that honestly don’t mean much to me anymore, just kinda satisfying a curiosity.
Thinking About My Own Old Man
But then it got me thinking, totally off track. It reminded me of my own dad. He wasn’t some first-round NFL pick, not even close. My dad worked in a factory, fixing machines. Couldn’t throw a football to save his life, probably. We never had that whole ‘following in dad’s footsteps’ thing when it came to sports. Our weekends were more about fixing the lawnmower or him trying to teach me how basic plumbing worked (which I was terrible at).
Here’s the thing though:
- He showed up. Every day. For work, for us.
- He didn’t have crowds cheering, but he provided.
- His legacy wasn’t stats on a page, it was just… him being there. Solid.
It’s funny how looking up a famous athlete’s father made me appreciate my own, very non-famous, dad more. John Bosa had this whole public career, injuries and all, then sees his sons become stars. My dad had his own quiet struggles, his own wins nobody wrote articles about. Fixing a tricky machine might have been his version of a game-winning sack, you know?
So yeah, started by looking up Nick Bosa’s dad and ended up thinking about my own journey, my own family background. It’s weird the connections your brain makes. It’s not always about the big headlines or the famous names. Sometimes it’s the quiet stuff, the everyday grind, that sticks with you more. Guess everyone leaves some kind of mark, famous or not.
