I was surprised to find out that 20,000 x 8 = 1,600,000 instead of 160,000. I guess the rules of math have changed.

My father passed away suddenly on Monday at age 57, so I’m at my Mom’s house this week, in my old bedroom. I still have a couple youth football participation trophies sitting in there in a box, and they remind me of being a kid and my dad being there at practices and games. Those participation trophies aren’t there to…

I never won a damn thing worth anything in my life (until now, I look around at my home, wife, and child and realize I’m winning at everything) but I had a fun time putting in the effort and trying. Because of that, I still have fun and feel like a kid. That’s all reborn now with my son.

I really don’t give a damn what you write about, man. I will read everything you post because you are the best damned writer on Kinja. This, and many others like it, is a perfect example: