On sunday after the service, a bunch of my partners i work with and my brother went to downtown Orlando. We met up with a bunch of the Orlando Sentinel sports writers that worked for my dad. We told stories about dad all night and i noticed my brother kinda sitting in the backround looking bad. I was trying to think of something to cheer him up so i came up with the "tattoo" idea. He says hes broke and cant afford one so i figure whats another hundread bucks on the card after living on it for the last few months. My brother called dad "pop" so he got that. So right as im about to sit in the chair, who calls?? Our own Dennis Shoop! I found out later that some of the club members were playing a tournament and got a kick out of the tatoo thing. Well it DID cheer my brother up a bit. Next morning my mom sees the tattoos and she laughes for the first time all week!