In 2004, he came to visit me in Iowa City. We were going to go to the OSU game. An hour before game time, he started to get antsy and asked for the keys to my apartment because he wanted to "run back to take a crap." We set up a time and place to meet just in case our cell phones weren't working and we were going to have him come sit in the student section with us. He doesn't show and of course I can't get a signal on my cell phone. After the game ends and I sat in the stands admiring the scoreboard until they turned it off, I strolled back to my apartment and asked him where the hell he was. He says "I wanted to catch the Nebraska game so I decided to bail on the Iowa game." We didn't speak again until Christmas of 2005. I can't say I blame him wanting to back a team with a winning tradition, but for heaven's sake, you don't just bail on someone like that.
Your dad bailed on you with a live game at kinnick over a fusker game. Wow, really bad.