My father is a known commodity. To me at least.
I know how tall he is and come Christmas time I remember his shirt size and such sartorial nonsense.
Dad had a client that possessed ties towards the Maxwell Awards and that relationship culminated in invitations and eventually a photo of my father next to Derrick Henry. In comparison the size and scope of the running back is jarring.
The man is a giant.
The gravitational pull of his head alone is incredible, but seeing him next to the man that towered above me in the formative years of my life is hard to describe.