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Hockey Dad Tries out for Baseball Dad

BaseballBenchThe pace of baseball is completely foreign to me, the amount of rules stresses me out and my childhood memories of the game are less than glamorous.

But it’s not about me, is it?

It’s about my 6-year-old son who practically floats with excitement just being on the same field as all of his friends. The faces are even mostly the same, they are my hockey kids, only with mitts on their hands and caps on their heads. Their smiles just as I remember them from underneath their helmets. It’s becoming (painfully) clear to me that the sport itself is secondary to my little athlete and is more about playing with his friends.

So here I am, a hockey dad, and my son is playing baseball. Can I be a baseball dad too?

I don’t know the answer to that question yet, but you bet I’m going to try. It’s time that I put my own baseball cap on and get serious about this sport that is in my blood. You see, my grandfather used to scout for the Philadelphia Phillies and wrote a local sports column (I got the writing bug from him at least) called, Strictly Local. So, no more sitting idly by on the sidelines, it’s time for this hockey dad to shower his knowledge upon his son from the sidelines and maybe even teach these baseball coaches a thing or two in the process.

“Keep those knees bent, son. Head up and always be ready.”

Okay, that wasn’t so bad. I think it was even correct. Sure those same things apply in hockey, but nobody needs to know that.

“Great job! Way to swing that stick, er, bat.”

I need to focus a little harder here.

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Posted by on April 15, 2014 in Brad the Dad, Dads Round Table


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So Far Gone

SoFarGone5Who would have ever thought that I could feel this way about something?  About someone.

Who could have ever known I would be so far gone this soon?

I look at him…and time just slows.  It’s everything everyone said it would be.  It’s a feeling, it’s that feeling, you’ll only know once you have a child.

My oldest son is me.  He looks like my wife, but he is me.

Sometimes it takes looking at pictures of him while he is asleep upstairs to fully appreciate it all and take the whole thing in.

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Posted by on September 19, 2013 in Brad the Dad, Dads Round Table


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Dad: Abandoned and Alone

I sit here by myself wondering what happened. Wondering what happened, and how it happened so quickly.

Why did it come to this?

Where did I go wrong?

A quick glance at my phone provides a few moments of company, but even that brief interaction won’t fill the void that I have. I’m alone. I’ve been abandoned.

The high pitched sound of laughter is gone. The ease of conversation has long since faded away. The proud looks my wife and I would share when one of the boys said “please” or “thank you” are now but a memory. I even miss the fighting. Who had the matchbox car first? Why is this one’s hand so close to the other one’s arm? Is it the end of the world or did little brother just eat big brother’s corn? The very same corn that only moments earlier big brother adamantly declared he wasn’t going to eat. Go figure.

The good and the bad, I miss it all.

Sure there are times in marriage when I yearn to be alone. A long day of work followed by a rough commute home often leaves me with a healthy appetite for silence. Silence often not achieved in our house until well after 9pm. Silence that is about as close as Antarctica when sitting at the dinner table with two picky eaters. But now that I have this silence, I find that I really don’t want it. Grass is always greener, right?

I glance around at my surroundings.

You know how you never really notice car commercials until you are actively looking to buy a car? That’s pretty much how I feel at this moment. Seemingly everyone in my vicinity was with their family. Sharing a laugh with a loved one while separating the kids from each other during a minor dust up, smiles on their faces as they shake their heads knowingly.

Me? I was alone. Abandoned and alone.

“Your check sir. Oh my, where did your family go?”

“Thank you. There was a meltdown and everyone’s already in the car.”

Brad the Dad can be reached at Follow him on Facebook or Twitter at keyword: readbradthedad

This article originally appeared on Chelmsford Patch on 9/9/12.


Posted by on September 12, 2012 in Brad the Dad, Chelmsford Patch


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Discovering Dads in Social Media

“Don’t talk to strangers” is something we tell all of our kids and something that was told to all of us as kids.  Thus, I find it ironic that this very habit seems to be taking up some significant time in my life recently.

In just last week’s post I used the phrase, “…even your best intentions can have the complete opposite outcome of what you planned.”  At the time I was talking about teaching my 4-year-old to use the remote control backfiring on me because of his resulting DVR obsession, but now I’m using that same phrase to describe one of my favorite side effects of blogging – strangers.

Specifically, dad strangers.

I’ll be honest, my foray into writing stemmed from two things – my obsession with reading and my propensity for the epic email.  I’ve probably read a little bit before bed nearly every night since I was in 7th grade, and anyone who knows me can confirm what is universally known as a “Marmo email.”  Matched by only a few others that I know, the Marmo email is a very effective weapon in the war against poor sports’ arguments put forth by friends, political debates with colleagues, and closing business deals with hard to reach executives.

So, with those two things as inspiration, I figured I would try my hand at blogging and see what happened.  One thing that did happen, something that I never expected and was the complete opposite of what I intended, was meeting and appreciating other dads.  I never doubted that they were out there, but until you engage with them your brain doesn’t really think beyond that simple fact.  They are out there, done…now what’s for dinner?

But once you engage you realize that there are other dads in this world, those who are complete strangers to you, that tear up over the simple act of their kid jumping off the bed into their arms first thing in the morning, just like you do.  That they think passionately about what they would really do if anyone ever intentionally hurt any of their children, just like you do.

I’ve always known that my day-to-day friends who are dads think this way, otherwise they wouldn’t be my friends, but to know that complete strangers are this way was a pleasant surprise.  Sometimes you can slip and let yourself believe that the world is made up of the people you see on local news or read about online.  Thankfully this is not the case at all.

Great parents exist all across this planet, and as a dad myself, I’m happy to realize that great dads exist as well.  So far in my brief writing career I’ve met dads that play guitar with their kids, dressed up as Super Mario for their birthday, coach/attend their soccer games, stay at home while their wives bring home the bacon, recreate their family in Lego character videos, exercise and get back in shape in the name of their kids, and most importantly – love their kids as madly as I love mine.

While deep down I’m not surprised by their existence, I’m definitely supported by their actions.

Keep it up dads.  You inspire me not only to continue writing and make an effort to meet and engage new people, but more importantly you inspire me to continue being the best dad that I can be.

‘Brad the Dad’ can be reached at Follow him on Facebook or Twitter at keyword: readbradthedad

This post was inspired by my friend Chris, otherwise known as Canadian Dad. I’ve never met him personally, but this open letter to his daughter on her 2nd birthday tells me all I need to know. Thanks for the inspiration Chris.

This article originally appeared on Chelmsford Patch on 5/5/12.


Posted by on May 8, 2012 in Brad the Dad, Chelmsford Patch


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