Happy Father's Day

Father's Day. A contrived holiday, but I'll take it. This is my 4th. Until this year, I've never planned anything for Father's Day. Content to stay at home all day with Grace and Jack, I've never felt the need to go fishing, or to the nudie bar, or off to a baseball game or anything. I treat Father's day as a family day. I am a nerd.

But...

NOT THIS YEAR, Suckas!

My wife, the love of my life, mother of my kids, and all around kick-ass human, has given me 2 gifts this year.

1.
Wilson Ci7 Irons. Golf Digests 2008 #1 rated irons. Unlikely to help my game in any way, but pretty as hell. I can no longer blame inferior equipment.

Even more wonderful...



Full disclosure: I'm a hippy. A true blue, dreadlocked, mud covered, smelly, wookie trapped in the body of a nubile yet aging, middle class, fat white guy. My wife knows this fact about me. And is generously sending me across the midwest to follow the band that started it all for me.

Keep on keepin on, and I'll see you down the road.