Category Archives: Sons

Fan, short for Fanatic

Posted on September 13, 2012 by

And so the Red Sox are to be only mildly tolerated (I have ties to the Olde Towne so I can’t profess outright hatred for the team, though their bandwagon-jumping fans are another story). The New York Yankees, meanwhile, are to be loathed. The Boston Celtics are to be worshipped. The Los Angeles Lakers are to be despised. The Baltimore Ravens, loved. The Pittsburgh Steelers, dismissed outright. The Maryland basketball Terrapins, supported unconditionally. The Duke Blue Devils and North Carolina Tar Heels, mildly respected but ultimately disdained. These truths we hold to be self evident. Continue reading →

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Oops: A Father’s Day confession

Posted on June 15, 2012 by

My wife and I pretty much agreed on the big decisions. We would live together before we got married. We’d have children. We’d have our first before she turned 30. We would have two. Continue reading →

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And the cradle will rock

Posted on April 22, 2012 by

“Before we went on tour a lot of people were saying that Wolfgang got the gig just because he’s my son. But after that first gig, forget it. It’s just hands down, hands up, hands sideways: he’s a musician and … Continue reading →

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Son, you’re not using those air quotes ‘correctly’

Posted on March 5, 2012 by

The almost-6-year-old and his 8-year-old sister cleaned their plates of the last of the fish filets, pasta and broccoli they’d been served when he fixed those giant blue saucers for eyes on me and smiled that impish grin. His hands … Continue reading →

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A guy w-a-l-k-s into a bar …

Posted on February 19, 2012 by

While waiting on our breakfast order at a local Bob Evans, my 5-year-old spotted the jokes printed on the kids menus along with the puzzles and pictures to color. What follows is a verbatim exchange: Him: Hey Dad. Me: Yes? … Continue reading →

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Runners take your marks, get set …

Posted on April 8, 2011 by

I don’t have any good excuses, so I’ll simply say this: Thank God for Rex’s beard. His eight-week facial odyssey while home on paternity leave provided lots of good YDD fodder, countless Grizzly Adams references, and most definitely picked up … Continue reading →

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Calling the dinosaurs

Posted on February 24, 2011 by

This post is about puke. Sorry, no social graces here. The Beautiful Wife and I have been up to our eyeballs in the stuff since the week before Christmas and it reached its peak this past week: A vicious stomach … Continue reading →

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How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice!

Posted on November 8, 2010 by

Today was a full-circle kind of day set to a John Phillip Sousa soundtrack: I did something with two of my three kids that I didn’t much enjoy when I was their age. I took them to one of my … Continue reading →

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Use your head

Posted on October 27, 2010 by

My youth football career came about only grudgingly, didn’t last too long, ended with a bone-snapping injury, but was largely positive. Even as a 13-year-old I learned a lot about myself and the physical limits I was willing to push … Continue reading →

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Taking them out to the ballgame

Posted on October 3, 2010 by

I caught “Baseball: The Tenth Inning” this week, the new addition to the Ken Burns PBS documentary about our National Pastime. Burns revisited the 18-hour doc because it left off in the 1980s, and anyone who’s even a casual fan … Continue reading →

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