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Dadball Era

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The DadBall Era: Chasing ‘Little Ghosts’

On a text chain this past Saturday, a few friends and I were discussing the Colts draft picks and weird Trump stuff. There was also talk of the small likelihood of possibly grabbing a beer later on, among other topics. Nothing terribly pressing. The thread was hijacked briefly with the breaking news that one of […]

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The DadBall Era: Be Careful What You Cheer For

Watching from home last night and nearing the end of the first half—with the Pacers cruising to a 9,000-point lead and Bankers Life Fieldhouse on the verge of evaporating into a mushroom cloud of euphoria—my kids were ecstatic. They were joyous and confident and in fine spirits, drunk on revenge and wild cherry Capri Suns. […]

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On The Road With The Dadball Era

There are battles to be fought everywhere—in all directions, inside and out, at all times—during a 14-hour car ride to the Florida Gulf Coast with three bickering kids in the backseat and a pregnant wife in the front and 9,000,000 other Midwestern motorists screaming south down I-65 in unison, in a frenzied, cabin-fevered hell-pack. The family […]

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The DadBall Era: Paul Georges Don’t Grow On Trees

If Paul George were to get traded today or if he is simply allowed to up and leave at some point hereafter, his Pacers tombstone would be brutally plain and to-the-point, if Sports Radio Guy had his way: 2010–2017 Paul George was, by some accounts, a superstar in the NBA. He was breathtakingly talented on some […]

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The DadBall Era: Confessions Of A Free-Range Sports Parent

I’m a free-range sports parent, I’m not sorry.

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