My Dad Don't Want to Father Any Sissy

The process started for him as a kid under the habituation coaching of his sergeant gunnery father. He pulled out a white whiffle ball and then threw it right at me. It hit me, but it was light plastic, so it did hurt. But i got used to seeing the ball come at me over and over, and i didn't flinch. All right, he said, now we're going to use a baseball. Seeing my face, he added, look, i'm not going to try to hitc you, but if i do, no big deal. Then he said, i'll tell you what, if i hit you three times, we'll go to p