It's probably the most famous father-son catch scene of all time, even if it's impossible for Roy Hobbs to be so otherworldly at baseball and so terribly uncoordinated to have a catch with his son. (Update: Yeah, I managed to mix up the two movies. My bad. In my defense, it's Sunday.)

Speaking of good fathers, we're on a Damir Dokic kick lately. Remember him? He's the father of Jelena Dokic. He claims that hitting her was "for her sake." He also threatened to bomb the Australian embassy in Belgrade. He was once kicked out of the U.S. Open at Flushing Meadow for arguing that a piece of salmon was overpriced at $10, even though he had a food voucher and he didn't have to pay for the food. Sounds like he belongs at Bethpage Black.

Roy Hobbs, as American as apple pie. Damir Dokic, not so much.

Because it's Sunday, it's Father's Day and that usually means it's the U.S. Open and Tiger's wearing red. And he's winning. Which made us think of Earl. OK, this one might be a bit more pointless.

What do you do on Father's Day? You barbecue. And make burgers and hot dogs. I found this great picture of barbecue chicken nachos, but it wasn't big enough, so gooey hamburger it is.

Slothing on the La-Z-Boy: A Father's Day tradition unlike any other.

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Thanks for your continued support of Deadspin, especially when you're not reading on Father's Day. Back tomorrow.

It's been raining in New York lately, and everyone is totally sick of it. Not this puddlejumping U.S. Open attendee, who pulled out his poncho and did his best impersonation of a squeegee. (It's always a good day when you can use the word squeegee.) The photo was taken Thursday, not that you would know.

But onward: It's Moving Day at The Open! At least, I think it is. What round are we on already?

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Good Sunday morning, and Happy Father's Day to all. Send your best (and worst) Father's Day memories to ben@deadspin.com, and maybe I'll compile them later. Also, we're going to cut it short today for you to make those rained-out Father's Day barbecues, so let's make it fun while it lasts. Rain, rain go away.

I guess this is also as good a time as any to wish a rip roarin' Father's Day to my dad. Since I can't see him today, wishing it electronically is the next best thing. The scary part is that he and I are way too similar, probably more than I'd like. Same round face. Same inability to share possessions. Same back hair. The only differences are that he watches NASCAR, and he had sex with my mom, which is something I wouldn't possibly think of doing. But hey, good for him.

So there. A Father's Day post. Go Dad. (I did get the Field of Dreams clip idea from Fark, but it was my idea to infuse the post with a joke that will make our next conversation totally awkward if he reads this.)

But if you thought Kemp — seven kids by six women — was the all-time baby daddy champ, you're wrong. 100 Percent Injury Rate has the all-time champs, including Evander Holyfield and former Spurs point guard Willie Anderson. Derrick Thomas was on pace to shatter all records, with seven kids, but he died at 33, ending the breathtaking run.

Elsewhere, Every Day Should Be Saturday has a guide to help you figure out what kind of dad you have, and, most happily, Kissing Suzy Kolber has re-run Big Daddy Drew's classic The Perfect Father's Day timeline, featuring the immortal phrase, "Drink a bottle of Cristal. Listen to 'Master of Puppets' in its entirety, singing both the vocal and guitar parts. Come up with the idea for a cologne that smells like gunfire. Call my brother to have it patented."

Happy Father's Day!

It Should Be A Busy Father's Day For These Guys [100 Percent Injury Rate]
Father's Day Gifts For The College Football Man [Every Day Should Be Saturday]
Father's Day Fit For A Fucking Badass [Kissing Suzy Kolber]