What a beautiful time of year to live in the great Upstate of South Carolina. The lights are glowing. The weather is just right. The Christmas greetings you receive on your daily commute are almost certain to brighten your holiday season.
Having a baby will grow you up in ways you never saw coming.
Monday night, after a particularly crazy day, I put Penny in her bed and collapsed in my own. Just before drifting off to sleep, my wife gave me a strange look, which I knew from past experiences meant, “get up.”
I used to be neutral during this week of the college football season.
Being a Miami football fan from West Virginia, I obviously didn’t have a dog in the Clemson/South Carolina fight.
Living here long enough changes things, though.
In 2001, my football coach took us on a trip to Morgantown, West Virginia to watch the Mountaineers play the University of Miami.
You give up a few things when you get married…and a few more things when you have a child.
One of these things is being alone.
My wife and I already did most things together, but adding a little girl into the mix guaranteed that neither one of us would ever have another moment to ourselves.
I’ve never really celebrated Halloween.
Not because I have some religious opposition to it or I’m somewhat of a curmudgeon, but because this holiday doesn’t make much sense.
We’ve come to accept that on the last day of October, we dress up in funny costumes, eat candy and celebrate fear.
I’ve always tried to be a straight shooter with you guys.
If I can’t be honest and relatable in my columns, they won’t be any good. I realize that.
That’s why I confess things I wouldn’t normally confess and write about embarrassing moments in my life that I would do better to keep to myself.
I can understand how infuriating Friday must’ve been for folks who don’t like the University of North Carolina.
It’s been a while since I’ve used this column to write about sports and I know I’ve missed some things.
So, I’ll try to run the gamut here and give you my take the many topics I’ve missed since entering this traumatic newborn-having phase of life.
Have you ever had such an incredible story to tell that figuring out where to start seems nearly impossible?
That’s how I feel about 10 days after the birth of my first child, Penelope Claire.
I guess I could begin by telling you how we felt nine months ago when we learned baby Penny was on the way.