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It is ironic my father is now my biggest fan. I got beat up by him whenever I stepped out to play football! I was always on the receiving end of my father's belt or whatever else he could find. Sometimes I laugh, but I guess it's been written by God that my life would take such a route. He was only looking out for me.

Playing in the big leagues while my father is still active is the biggest thrill of my life. I try to see him play whenever I can.

It seemed like my father and I were always fighting. I know a lot of kids go through that with their families, but it was hard for me.

Father and son games - that was the best day. We'd be dressed at 6 o'clock in the morning. The game would be at 7 o'clock at night... And we'd play at, like, 5.

I've always wanted to have children and become a father, without question.

My father is Nigerian; my mother is from Texas and African-American. My father was the first in his family to go to university. He flew from Nigeria to Los Angeles in the '70s to go to UCLA, where he met my mother. They broke up before I was born, and he returned to Nigeria.

If you have a famous parent, you know that being famous doesn't make you superior to anyone else. It just means people smile at you more. Everyone was fawning all over my father, but of course, the way you look at your parents when you're a teen is often with a... more critical eye.

She had to play the role of mother and father at the same time, and she did it to perfection. I managed to find a way through because of her. My mother is my biggest inspiration.

I've always said that I'll know when I've gone too far because I won't be able to sit down and watch it with my father.

My parents met because my father was an actor friend of one of my mom's brothers, but my mother has never set foot on the stage - she's quite shy. So it's a strange thing because people say, 'Oh, coming from acting parents,' when the idea of acting would literally make my mother just want to throw up.

Even after he was gone, I still loved my father. I looked Norwegian, like him, with a long face, strong jaw, thin mouth, and flashing eyes. And, like him, I was verbal, easygoing, and low-key on the surface, and, deep down, proud, socially paranoid, full of self-loathing, and prone to rage at injustice.

Sometimes what I think what the news is missing is the human element, the connection - the moment that you look into a little girl's eyes or a father who has just left his family and risked everything just to try and survive.

When you grow up starving, you cannot point with pride to a book you've just spent six hours reading. Picking cotton, sewing flour bags into clothes - those were the skills my father grew up appreciating.

Though he was not a reader himself, my father understood that reading is not just an escape. It is access to a better way of life.

My father was always playing the piano. He played all kinds of music - Gershwin, all kinds of stuff.

My father worked as a taxi driver in New York City, waking up at 4:00 A.M. most days to make it to the taxi line at John F. Kennedy International Airport to pick up passengers from the first international flights.

I have two great examples of a father. My dad is honestly my hero and sets the bar high for how a man should treat a woman. My stepmother is a caring, genuine and supportive woman. My mom is a spunky strong woman with a huge heart. And my sister is just a pure angel. There is a lot of love in my family.

I liked the fact that my father had a lot of expectations from my brother. I probably wanted to be that person who he could be proud of.

I started on the beach in Santa Barbara with my father when I was six.

You don't ever want an African father to come to your school looking for you.

My household runs the same way it was with my parents, who were a mother and father with their kids.