The Arizona Daily Sun ran a nice Father's Day article on my dad and brother, both of whom are practicing doctors in Flagstaff, Arizona. Having two Orthopedic Surgeons in the family certainly comes in handy given the impressive array of aches and pains I manage to accumulate when I'm wandering the hills. Though I must admit, my father's standard advice for all my ailments has historically been, "Ice it."
A big part of what makes my dad and brother such fine sports medicine doctors, in my opinion, is their passion for the outdoors. My brother appears here and there in my photos and trip reports, especially whenever the Grand Canyon is involved, and my dad is the one who taught me how to ski. Both of them understand the unique concerns of athletes because they're athletes themselves. My dad has been active with various athletic programs in Arizona, including NAU Sports and the Arizona Cardinals. He still gets a kick out of seeing football players whose knees he's fixed playing on tv.
Did I ever think about following in my dad's footsteps and going into medicine? Absolutely. It would be nice to be in the operating room with my dad and brother—give me a No. 7 scalpel, gentlemen...I'm going in! Though in the end, other interests proved a bit too hard to resist... :)