03 Feb

Dad and Buried Posted in Movies No comments

Forget the Titans

The first Super Bowl I remember seeing was the Redskins/Raiders in 1983. My parents sent me to bed before the game was over but I snuck onto the stairs and listened as best I could from around the corner. I didn’t miss much. The Raiders won 38-9.

That Raiders blowout was sandwiched between a Dolphins loss I don’t remember (the year before, to the Redskins) and a Dolphins loss I do remember (the following year, to the 49ers). Man, it’s been a long time since they’ve been in that game. Like Marino himself, I expected a lot more than just that one.

Hopefully my son will get luckier than me.

The Inappropriate Collection: Things I Shouldn’t Show My Son, #5

I live in Brooklyn, but that hasn’t always been the case. Before I landed in Park Slope (WHAT!), I lived in Boston for almost 15 years, and I was born in Connecticut.

What I mean to say is: I’m a Red Sox fan. Always have been, always will be. And that means that my son is also a Red Sox fan. That’s just the way it is. And as much as it pains me, there are some things he needs to know.

08 Sep

Dad and Buried Posted in Drinking 2 comments

The Parent Excuse

A friend of mine is in a fantasy football league in which one owner drafted a defense in the sixth round.

When questioned as to why he made such an idiotic pick, said owner explained that he made the pick because his young son had been begging him to take the Steelers D all day and he couldn’t hold him off any longer.

Um, what?

How to Train Your Baby

We leave for a trip in two days. With my baby. I don’t know why either.

My son is going to hit the eight-month mark while we’re on vacation in Ireland. I’m pretty nervous about my son’s first plane ride. Nervous and scared. Mostly that another passenger will get so pissed about my unruly child that he’ll yell at my wife and things will get physical. You know, valid concerns.

We’ve gotten some tips for flying with a baby, things like: try Benadryl, and bring a new toy to distract and confuse him with its newness, distribute pre-emptive goody bags, etc. And we may or may not try these. But there’s one thing we’ve been trying already – conditioning my son for what he’s about to experience, in order to make it easier on both him and ourselves.

I wrote a list about how to train your baby – for vacation and for life.

05 Oct

Dad and Buried Posted in Sacrifice 2 comments

The Sacrificial Man

I started this blog with the intent of pulling back the curtain on parenthood. Giving people the real scoop on what it’s like to raise a kid, free of all the ooh-ing and ah-ing and BS. I’m not going to pull punches when I discuss how radically having a baby has changed my life, both in good ways and bad, and today I’m here to give a status report. After the jump.

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Forget the Titans

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