The Dadball Era

Is it football season again already?

It’s not sour grapes if it’s true. It’s sour peaches.

Taking the kids to Christmas Eve church service is like climbing Mount Everest.

‘Tis the season for long nights, Christmas stress, and yet another NBA opener. Here’s how to survive all three.

Six costumes for the lazy, frustrated, and/or fearful.

While we search for relief amid the wreckage of 2020, the Pacers search for a new head coach.

Everything may be terrible, but that doesn’t mean everyone has to know how much you don’t really care about the Colts right now.

“If you HAVE to do Disney in July or August, I advise doing it this way. You know, without the crowds or your kids.”

Is it still Race Weekend without the Race? Yep.

There’s no Dr. Spock instructional book for this particular stretch of parenting.

Is this pandemic also the “best of times?” No, of course not. This is awful and only a delusional monster would say otherwise.

Last week we didn’t have time to think about this mess we’re in. This week is different.

Yesterday was Mardi Gras, Cinco de Mayo, Carb Day, Race Day, Opening Day of MLB, the 4th of July, and the first-day-of-summer-as-a-sixth-grader all rolled into one—except a billion times BETTER. And sunnier. And giddier.

“So naturally, when asked to share my thoughts on our current COVID-19 quarantine situation, why wouldn’t a comparison to a hundred-year-old column on post-war Paris be my go-to?”

You got us feelin’ alright