Found out the truth about this one tonight One time In jr high during a travel soccer game i took a knee to the face and broke my nose. As I'm sitting there crying with blood pouring out my nose, I looked at my dad in the crowd and he was walking away. He was gone for like 15 minutes as the assistant coach sat with me and when he came back he said he went to go to the bathroom. Turns out the reason he left was to go smoke because he saw me get hurt and didn't want to watch me cry on the field. Ouch my tender feelings

To add salt to the nearly opened wound, we were talking about putting my oldest step kid in soccer and he laughed and said "good thing your not his real kid or you'd suck at soccer"