Father’s day has come and gone and I didn’t do anything with Nolan. We didn’t because working sucks and some people aren’t as thoughtful as I would like them to be and who cares because it is what it is. It’s all good and fine. It’s fine because as a parent who only sees their kid every other week, it’s pretty much father’s day every time he comes to visit. We get to do all the fun stuff and never have to worry about the day-to-day minutia and bullshit. He never gets sick of me telling him what to do and I never get sick of him being a dumb kid. It’s great and I’m done dwelling on how the dumb Hallmark holiday should have went.
Anyway, here’s a pretty good thing I wrote at Miller Park Drunk a few years ago about Father’s Day that I didn’t want to lose. (more…)