My dad always says that his biggest regret as a parent is that he raised his kids to be Mets and Jets fans.

And on the surface, yes, it really does seem like he dropped the proverbial parenting ball on that one. It's very hard not to question the decision to willingly raise and encourage your children to be fans of teams that consistently make them want to gauge their eyes out with a spork.

It's a strange misstep for him -- on all other fatherly duties, he totally knocks it out of the park. His music taste? Impeccable. He essentially made sure my brother and I memorized the entire Beatles catalogue before we even knew the alphabet. He taught us to be kind and caring and compassionate and open-minded and all those things that are really important but actually seem to be the least important things on the planet when you're watching Mark Sanchez throw interception No. 742,358,921 and Luis-freaking-Castillo drop a pop up that I could have caught as a 7-year old on my Little League team with my eyes closed.

It's undeniable: Being a fan of the Mets and Jets should be a terrible, miserable, depressing, fun-sucking act of despair.

So then it must be a testament to that guy who raised me that somehow, because I watch those terrible, miserable, depressing, games with him, they actually become anything but terrible, miserable and depressing. You have to have a certain kind of personality to be able to root for such bad teams for such a long period of time, besides just masochistic. When I was in second grade, I deemed my dad "The King Of Funny." He's held on to that title despite -- and I think in large part because of -- all the unfunny things the Mets and Jets have thrown his way over the years.

He's able to translate the sports misery into comedy, and so he’s turned this whole tortured sports fan thing for my brother and I into a tolerable, hilarious experience.

(Which, I guess is really his responsibility anyway since he got us into this Jets-Mets mess in the first place).

I do sometimes wonder what it would be like if I was raised a Yankees fan instead.

And while I have no concrete proof of the following because I’ve never rooted for a successful team in my entire existence, I truly do believe that rooting for good teams would actually be a lot less fun. I mean, it would be fun in the traditional meaning of the word "fun," in that you get to celebrate and be happy and you're not trying to consistently impale yourself with a spork. But if the Mets won every year, would I receive emails like this from my dad?

Me: Can you update me on the Mets score?
Dad: METS UPDATE -- Mike Pelfrey is licking his hand.

(Two minutes later)
Dad: METS UPDATE PART 2 --Mike Pelfrey is still licking his hand.

Or texts like this?

Me: "….WHAT?? WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?"
Dad: Man, he was tokin' on some serious wacky weed during that play."

If we rooted for teams that were good, that took up all our time with winning streaks and perfect games, would we still have bizzarely screeched the Batman theme song in a high-pitched Scuttle The Seagull-esque voice every time Robin Ventura came up to bat in the late '90s? Would we still have made up our own cheers during games that were hilarious to no one else besides us, like replacing the word charge with frogs for no discernible reason whatsoever and laughing our heads off like it was the funniest thing anyone had ever done?

We undoubtedly would have found other things to crack ourselves up over if we were Yankees fans, because when you put my dad and I together, we always end up laughing. But when you're a fan of bad teams, you're in a little bit more of a dire need of something to smile about. And so, we find every excuse to laugh together, and those small, insignificant moments have become memories and jokes between the two of us that I wouldn't trade for anything -- not even a winning season.

And sometimes, every once in a long while, the Jets and the Mets will surprise you, and for a few minutes, all that suffering seems to pay off. Like when I got to watch my dad experience his first no-hitter in Mets history last year. And when the Jets made it to the AFC championship game by beating the Patriots and I called my dad from college and screamed my lungs off straight into the phone for a solid half hour, probably seriously rupturing his eardrum in the process.

Moments like that are what makes all the miserable parts of being a fan worthwhile. Knowing that one day, just maybe, one of these hapless teams will turn it around and win a championship, and I’ll be able to celebrate it with the one person who’s continued to make me laugh and enjoy these games more than any team or player could ever do.

Until then, Dad, there's no one I'd rather laugh the misery away with.

P.S. Thanks for never letting me actually spork my eyes out. Happy Father's Day.

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Last fall, Joseph Ashby noticed his youngest son Titus doing something incredible: Shooting hoops (the small foam balls that are childproof and similar objects) from the couch. Where most kids would end up hitting the pet dog, or siblings by accident, Titus' went flying through the air and as if he was a mini LeBron James, ended up in the hoop.

Almost every time.

As many proud parents do, Joseph and his wife got out their video camera and filmed their child wonder. But unlike most home videos, once uploaded to YouTube, it went viral and they received calls from everyone from their friends to producers at local television stations. Finally, a producer from the Today Show called and like many who have been swept up in an unexpected wind of fame, in February, they packed their things and headed to New York.

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Three months later, Titus has been panned as a product of well-edited videos and then vindicated as a child star on Jimmy Kimmel Live. He's met Kobe Bryant, Shaq, Jason Collins and Metta World Peace. And one day, when it's all over, Joseph hopes it will be something they can look back and laugh at as one of their first big memories as father and son.

"I try to have a lot of particular relationship things with all of my kids something special that we can share and this one is sort of easy," he said. "It was almost going to happen even if I wasn't trying and -- so I'm cautiously optimistic that (the relationship that) will grow from this is unique and will continue to grow as years go on."

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Since the first appearance on the Today Show, the Ashby family has learned a few things about how celebrity works. In the "Today" appearance, Titus wasn't really given any instruction so appeared a little lost and wandered around the set, missing shots and giving credit to the doubters who claimed the videos of him sinking shots were highly edited. The joke made it all the way to Jimmy Kimmel Live who called the tot "stinks without editing."

In response, the Ashby family filmed another video of Titus challenging Kimmel to a game of "H-O-R-S-E" and began a social media campaign to have him appear on Kimmel's show to redeem himself. With a better setting, he did just that, and was invited back to multiple appearances.

If anything, the sudden celebrity tour has given Joseph, who works as a radio host in the early mornings* and a contract engineer by day, a sudden influx of time with his youngest son. In his appearances on Kimmel, Joseph is referred to mainly as "Titus' Dad"whose responsibilities include:

1. Feeding Titus the ball for his shooting competitions
2. Holding a slightly bewildered looking Titus up while Kimmel makes his jokes
3. Interpreting the long grown-up phrases to get quick soundbytes out of his child.

"They'll ask him these longform questions, like 'how are you feeling tonight, Titus?'" he said. "And he's 2 so he can barely answer 'yes' or 'no.'"

He's also had to put aside all that was left of his free time and sleep time to dedicate to manage Titus' burgeoning career.

While his complete accuracy on the hoop is impressive (he destroyed Shaq and tied Kobe in his first two bouts), his interest in basketball even at a young age isn't surprising, said Joseph. The two bonded early after Titus showed more of an interest in watching NBA games with his dad, while his older siblings (he's the youngest of four) show more interest in things like cartoons.

The family's team, despite living in Kansas, is the Miami Heat.

"Ever since LeBron James and Chris Bosh came to the Heat, I've watched most every game so those are the games that Titus usually watches," Joseph said.

Meeting basketball stars like Bryant and Shaq are something that's bewildered Titus a bit (after all, they're rather large human beings and he's not really at the age where the word 'celebrity' means anything), but Joseph said he's looking forward to telling him about the experience when he's a little older. That is, if he stops being the shooting wunderkind anytime soon.

"I thought it was over right when we got back from the Today Show and thought, 'OK, that was a funny experience,'" Joseph said. "Then the (first Kimmel appearance) happened and I was like, 'OK, that was funny experience' and then they called back and said they want Titus for (NBA Finals week). Presuming we are not in the limelight forever, it will be fun to have a period of time where he doesn't have any idea what's going on and he grows up and we show him the video."

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If you thought Miami's potential Super Bowl plans were neat, wait until you hear about what the NFL has in store for New York in the lead up to next year's big game at MetLife Stadium.

The league announced this week that it is planning on constructing a 60-foot high, 108-foot long ice slide at Super Bowl Boulevard between 34th and 44th streets. Using special toboggans, visitors can make their way down Broadway on this gigantic slide.

About 1,000 people will be able to ride the slide per hour, and in total the league expects tens of thousands of people to take a turn.

In addition to the slide, visitors to Super Bowl Boulevard can check out the Vince Lombardi Trophy (to be displayed in a custom tent) and watch footage from NFL Films on a giant screen between 34th and 35th streets.

The Super Bowl will be played on Feb. 2, 2014, in New Jersey.

(H/T to For The Win)

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His photos may not be as adorable as the ones Joe Flacco took with his wife (it'll be hard for anyone to top these), but Torrey Smith and his fiancee put up a valiant effort with some incredibly cute engagement shots.

Smith and his fiancee, Chanel Williams, have shown before that they work well as a team. And their engagement photos at M&T Bank Stadium did nothing to dispel that notion.

The couple pulled off lots of adorable poses, all of which can be seen at photographer Dani Leigh's website. Here's a sampling:

Notice the "Mrs." next to Smith's name on Williams' jersey. Also, you may have a hard time recognizing Smith, who recently cut off his trademark dreadlocks.

The Ray Lewis dance, because of course.

Last but not least, this gem.

See all of these photos and more at Dani Leigh Photography.

We wish Smith and Williams all the best. And look out for their wedding photos (the ceremony is in July), because with the creativity of these two, Smith and Williams might just be able to outdo Flacco.

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Sure, you've probably seen your fair share of family reunions at sporting events, but let's be honest: They never get old.

And in case you needed another reason to watch this clip, we present 5-year-old Hailey Sandoval. The youngster recently threw out the first pitch at a San Antonio Missions game. Little did she know, the man wearing the catcher's mask behind home plate was none other than her father, Army Sgt. Alvino Sandoval. Sgt. Sandoval had recently returned from a six-month tour of duty in Afghanistan.

At first Hailey doesn't realize that it's her dad behind home plate. But when she does, her face is priceless.

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The Oden family is unbelievably talented but supremely cursed when it comes to athletics.

The most prominent member, of course, is Greg. The top overall pick of the 2007 NBA Draft, Oden was supposed to be a once-in-a-generation big man. Yet a slew of injuries have sidelined Oden for the majority of his career, and he hasn't played in an NBA game in three seasons.

Oden's younger brother, Anthony, was a promising offensive lineman at Arkansas. But he was kicked off the team after his second arrest for drunk driving.

Believe it or not, there is one more relative who could have a very bright future ahead of him. Meet Joe Jones III (aka Baby Joe), Greg Oden's 13-year-old, 6-foot-6 half brother. Jones lives in Buffalo, N.Y., where he has been playing with players who are several years older than him. And Greg and Anthony aren't Baby Joe's only athletically gifted relatives. Baby Joe's father, Joe Jones Jr., played basketball at Fairmont State.

"As soon as he knows how to beat the people up down low," Jones Jr. told WIVB 4 in Buffalo, "he'll be unstoppable."

Baby Joe's game is still growing

Obviously Baby Joe is still developing, and it's still way to early to tell if he'll be a star, but it's hard to argue with those bloodlines.

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At a Washington, D.C.-area track meet earlier this year, some girls on the Wilson High School team noticed that a girl on Friendship Collegiate looked exactly like one of their teammates.

The two girls, Robin and Jordan, introduced themselves and chatted briefly. Only later did they find out that they're sisters.

Once Jordan, a junior at Wilson High School, discovered that Robin's last name was Jeter, she knew she was on to something. Jordan was adopted shortly after birth, but she knew her biological mother's name was Jeter. Jordan put the pieces together, and as it turns out, she is nine months younger than Robin, who bounced around from her biological mother to foster care to a legal guardian.

"I was so anxious to know more about her," Jordan, 17, told WUSA 9. "Where did she go to school, how old she was, what is she like."

The sisters, who went to school ten minutes apart, have the same shoe size, double jointed thumbs and are hard to tell apart on the phone. They've become good friends, and together they're hoping to discover whether they have any more siblings.

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Sunday was an especially memorable Mother's Day for Ginny Page, a Chicago White Sox fan who thought all she was doing at U.S. Cellular Field was throwing out the first pitch.

As it turned out, just before Page tossed the ball to home plate, she was joined on the field by her daughter, Amanda. Ginny and Amanda, a United States Navy petty officer third class, hadn't seen each other in 16 months.

"It was the most awesome experience ever," Ginny said of the surprise reunion with Amanda. "It was so cool."

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It's one thing for brothers to play on the same professional team, but Chris and Nick McDonald's story is one that's straight out of Hollywood.

The McDonalds, who grew up in Michigan, were adopted by separate families after their mother died some 15 years ago. Nick went on to play at Grand Valley State, while Chris suited up for Michigan State. While both had stellar collegiate careers as guards, neither was drafted.

Nick signed with the Green Bay Packers, where he played for one year before getting cut. He was picked up by the New England Patriots in 2011, and he's worked his way up to the starting lineup.

Chris, who is also a guard, went undrafted after starting 39 games at Michigan State. He recently signed with the Patriots, bringing the McDonald brothers together once again.

"My brother is [an inspiration]," Chris told reporters. "But it's on me. My brother being in the NFL is not going to help me stay in the NFL and I have to do whatever it takes for myself."

Chris is facing long odds, as he is one of 19 undrafted free agents at the Patriots' mini-camp. If he was to make the team, however, he and Nick could be the first offensive lineman brothers to be on the same roster since Stacy and Shawn Andrews played for the Philadelphia Eagles in 2009. That year Shawn Andrews was out for the entire year, and the brothers never played together.

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Fans watching Game 7 between the Chicago Bulls and the Brooklyn Nets may have noticed Joakim Noah celebrating after the game with a young woman wearing a Bulls jersey. Here's the GIF, via @cjzero:

As it turns out, the woman is Noah's younger sister, Yelena. And while she's not as famous as her brother -- the All-Star center who practically willed the Bulls to victory Saturday -- she hasn't done too bad for herself. Yelena is a model, following in the footsteps of her mother, Cécilia Rodhe, who was Miss Sweden 1978. Rodhe's ex-husband, Yelena and Joakim's father, is the former French tennis star Yannick Noah.

And while Joakim is known for his incredible energy and on-court antics, his sister has a much different demeanor.

"Yelena is the coolest person in our family. She is amazingly chill,” Rodhe told the Chicago Sun-Times. "Joakim could be overshadowing, but she for some reason found her way to what she wanted to do. I think she had more space growing up and became an incredible, independent individual. She got that by having such a boisterous older brother."

Like Joakim, Yelena is known for mixing different styles. It's a trait she said she gets from her mother.

"The two most valuable fashion lessons my mom taught me are to wear what you like -- not what's in -- and that you don't need to spend a fortune to get great clothes," Yelena said several years ago. "Our eclectic styles are so similar that we usually get mistaken for sisters!"

Yelena is also a jewelry designer, which might help explain her brother's unique necklaces.

So, in summary, the Noah family consists of two star pro athletes and two models. Not a bad gene pool.

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