Dadball

Bless your little biscuit-clogged heart, Thanksgiving

“Brogdon is the perfect mixture of stoic wisdom and offensive efficiency, like Abraham Lincoln with a solid VORP rating.”

“I’m tired of trekking out to the Speedway to see the lights, but not the same lights we saw at Newfields. Different lights. Different nights. Same idea.”

There is beauty in the simplicity of the “Race Day Chic” attire. There is majesty, even.

It’s been two years now, and I still haven’t figured out what they were trying to do.

The amount of pointless clutter that has accumulated in our house is astounding. It is embarrassing and “first-world problem-y,” yes…but nevertheless astounding. You millennials and organized people wouldn’t understand. Take The Kitchen Drawer, for example—the biggest drawer that is also the most accessible and the one that should be filled with only the most useful items. It […]

During the non-summer months, getting kids fed/groomed/dressed and to school on time each morning is a dreadful, exhausting process layered in stress and rage and chaos. Nothing comes easily at 6:45 on a cold, dark Tuesday morning in December—and nothing is where it should be. Backpacks, lunch bags, shoes, the kids themselves. Nothing runs smoothly. […]

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 […]

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. […]

Wise men would stop right after The Warmup, of course. We are not that.