Upsets and Cinderella runs

With Loyola losing to Michigan, it ends there like a Cinderella run. It kind of makes me angry, just a little bit with them losing. Like if my kid walks in into the corner of a table or the couch, should I be angry with myself? Or do I just say walk it off kid? It’s a tough choice. Either way you’re stuck with calming your child down and hiding the tears from your wife. Because lets face it, if you fuck up, you might die.

Moving on from that baby stage to that toddler stage can be big a problem. They become little people, with personalities. My kid touches everything, licks everything, and gets mad at me for no reason. It’s more of sports agent at this point. Trying to understand what they want, but they cant really express that due to a lack of words. “Like dad I want more of this and need more attention.” Can you imagine if Odell Beckham Jr. was like “hey coach, I want the franchise tag?” But could express it through moans, groans and angry fits. Oh wait; NY giants could trade him with that attitude. Oh, Dez Bryant, what now?

When I come home from work, I’m tired. I have one rule that I was to obey by. Pick up your kid no matter what. My dad did it, so now I do it. No matter how tired I am. I always pick up the kid. I know it can be shitty at work, but when you come home remember that there’s a kid that loves you no matter what. It’s sad that some people don’t really pay that much attention to their children. Get off the fucking phone, Facebook isn’t going anywhere, Instagram don’t give a fuck about you.

If you didn’t become what you want, or who want, there’s time, trust me. It is never to late to become a better dad, person, lover or just overall person. Just put practice in. It’ll pay off. Look at Cleveland Cavs, looking good for the playoffs, and Yankees looking good too. Just keep your head down and grind it out. You’ll always be a superstar to your kid. You may never have gotten to be an all star, MVP or even medal at anything. Parenting doesn’t give participation medals, it’s either be good, or be shitty. Don’t fuck up when its time to show up. Just keep showing up and grinding. If you got to get help to get you there find it and use it. Either way I love being a dad and the adventure is always up and down. But damn, it’s damn rewarding.

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Triple Double Russ Face

 

When your kid is settling into a new place, they tend not to sleep though the night. That’s not good news for you as a parent. Instead its filled with “I’ll get the baby” or “fuck me, I need sleep”. It’s painful but it’s parenting. They don’t give out medals for it. Waking up at first I was just angry, just looking like Russell Westbrook after he dunks. Curled lips, and a pure frown. It’s a good look for me.

 

With Cleveland Browns signing Jarvis Landry, did they get a whole better? Now do I draft him in fantasy? I’ll leave that question up to you. Like him, I want a home of my own. Seeking to buy a house is no easy task. Especially when you’re not rich, and housing is expensive. It’s a learning curve. It’s like big, small, how many bedrooms, and how many toilets do I really want to clean? What happens if you take the biggest shits in the house? These are my thoughts when I walk through these show homes. It’s nice knowing that you’re looking for one, and planning a better future for your family.

 

Lets talk upsets for a second; like I get surprised that my child just outsmarted me on a simple task. Like turning on my Google phone, it’s weird that she figured out an IPhone, so smart. Lets be honest, it’s an apple product. It’s not hard. But she figured out my phone completely. Kids theses day. Next thing she’ll want is to listen to mumble rap and shit rock music. I’ll be trying my hardest to have Mobb Deep, Nas, Tupac, Mike Stud, Travis James Band, Tragically Hip, and Johnny Cash playing in the background, I promise. Now no one predicted that Loyola IL would make it to the Final four, let alone make it out of the first round.

 

With the ponds melting and grass slowly coming through, that means basketball is coming to an end, and baseball is starting. With spring season starting, I’m excited for the first time in a long time about baseball. AAU basketball is also starting. With kids come the loud mouth parents. I guess in closing, don’t sleep with your mouth open; nobody likes slobber, just asks my wife. Get up at night share the duty of a kid. Learn to love the sleepless night because they need you. Then one-day they won’t. To be honest, it’s a fear of mine.

4th Line Duster

The first few days were the hardest. As a dad I felt sort of fell out of the picture, well because my daughter needed her mom.  Adjusting to her was, definitely on the fly. At night was the worst for me. I wanted to do it all but my daughter needed was the boobies. I was so excited for my first night shift. I even made a little station for myself. The station included Netflix, a coffee and some chocolate. When she first woke up, I jumped out of bed like the house was being broken into. “Okay, okay I’m up” barely came out of my mouth. Grabbed baby and went straight to the baby daddy station. I threw on Transformers 4 on the IPad. What a shitty movie. Like honestly I should have put on Dirty Dancing with Patrick Swayze and it would have been way better. I could see the sunrise through our windows. “Fuck me, its way to early” I mumbled as I crawled back to bed.

That morning I felt like I was useless. My wife was so busy with that mom and daughter time. Being a “4th line duster” was a good thing for me. It was a reality check. My daughter just became the whole entire world. She was the star and I was now the 6th man.  Just contributing to her, that’s the new game plan. We had breakfast together, she ate formula and I had leftover pizza. We watched some D1 basketball that morning. That’s the moment I thought “Ball Is Life.” It’s a weird feeling, when you look into your kids and they totally trust you. You’re their provider and parent. It makes me want to cry sometimes, but I am a dad. It can’t happen.

The next day as I was driving to go get groceries. In the grocery store I discovered that I wanted more kids.  I literally just had a baby, and now I’m thinking about having more. Let’s be honest for a few seconds, I can barely take of myself let alone another kid. So my wonderful wife gave a list for the groceries. A simple list to say the least, I was almost done. As I’m standing in line, at one of busiest groceries store and of course its rush hour, I forget formula. I don’t remember which kind, or which brand to get. I couldn’t call my wife; it’s my 4th day of being a dad. So I walked to infant aisle, and just aimless stared at the all of the formulas, I couldn’t decide. There was a lady there, so I cowboy the fuck up and asked “I have no idea what kind I need but I don’t want to call my wife”. This lady was amazing and literally walking me through everything, then called me “handsome.” As we parted way, I could think of how the fuck I was going to figure out my life and get it together.

I got home and felt like I was the king of castle. Really I was just Kryie Irving to Lebron James. Greatness was ready to happen. But my MVP was my wife. Breast feeding, cleaning, walking the dog and cooking, she killing game. I on the other was still struggle going through the parenthood thing. Just trust the process.

 

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