Honoring My Dad: Art Savage, A Legacy of Dedication, Love, and Heroism

Growing up, my dad was more than just a father—he was my first hero. He was a man who worked tirelessly, but he always had time for the people around him. In a world where loyalty often feels like a rare currency, my dad embodied it in every relationship, every handshake, and every promise he kept. He was a workaholic, yes, but not at the expense of his humanity. His dedication wasn’t just about achieving success; it was about building something real, something lasting, and living with integrity.

Sports were more than just games for us—they were traditions, and my dad was my guide into that world. He taught me that sports were about more than just winning; they were about patience, resilience, and finding beauty in the journey. Watching games together became our language, a bond that needed no words. He was the reason I became a fan, and every time I watch a game now, I feel a part of him still cheering by my side. Through sports, he taught me how to face challenges and celebrate victories, and in his eyes, I saw what true passion looked like.

One of his proudest achievements was bringing the Sacramento River Cats to Sacramento. This wasn’t just about baseball; it was about uniting the community through a shared love for the game. His dedication to this city and its people was evident in everything he did, always respecting everyone, no matter their background. My dad had this rare ability to see potential where others could not, and he knew how to bring out the best in people. His legacy lives on in Sacramento, in the cheers of every game, and in the community, he helped to build.

The hardest battle my dad faced was against cancer. True to his character, he met this fight with resiliency and courage, refusing to let it define him. He beat cancer, defying the odds, but in a cruel twist, the radiation treatments meant to save him ultimately took their toll. Even as his body weakened, his spirit never did.

He remained the same strong, determined man I had always known—tenacious, uncomplaining, and inspiring. Though the radiation claimed him, cancer never broke him. His courage in those final years is a reminder of his unbreakable spirit, something I carry with me every day.

Looking back, I realize my dad’s legacy isn’t just in the big achievements or moments; it’s in the everyday actions, the lessons he passed down, and the memories we built. He taught me what it means to live with purpose and integrity, to love unconditionally, and to stay strong even in the face of life’s arduous trials. This blog is my way of keeping his memory alive, of sharing the lessons he taught me so they can live on. Dad, thank you for being my hero, my teacher, and my guide. You are missed, loved, and honored every single day.

In loving memory of my father, (July 3, 1951 – November 21, 2009)