5 For Friday: Go Ask Daddy About Quicksand, Balls and Strikes, and Scary Movies

Finally, all the chicken wings are gone.

It didn’t take long. Jen and all her friends made quick work of them all.

Which is OK – I don’t need the distraction. The kids have a great lineup of Go Ask Daddy questions all ready to roll, covering everything from women’s football to trippy Beatles songs. They keep me busy. And on my toes.

The questions can be tough, like No. 5. I’ll probably have nightmares about dinosaurs tonight because of it.

Thanks, Grace.

1. Do you sink faster in quick sand if you move around?

Like it has for the talents of former SNL star Kristen Wiig, TV has greatly exaggerated the affects of quicksand.

Quicksand – a not-so-lethal combination of clay, fine sand and salt water – can’t pull you under completely. At higher stresses, it liquifies, causing any trapped body to sink. But you’re likely to sink only to your waist.

That doesn’t make for great drama. If you move around, you’ll sink faster. You should, however, wiggle your legs to make space between you and the quicksand for water to move into. This will loosen the sand, and you’ll be able to eventually climb out – with or without a vine tossed at the last moment.

If Kristen Wiig’s doing the Penelope gig on Saturday Night Live while I’m slowly descending into quicksand? I’ll take my chances with the sand.

2. Do they have girls’ football?

Good gravy – I just pictured you and your sisters in helmets and pads. The damage you could do … mainly to each other.

My friend Sara English played semi-pro football for the Carolina Cougars, and showed off her bruises to the sports desk at the newspaper where we used to work. The Independent Women’s Football League has teams in the U.S. and Canada, including two in the Carolinas – the Phoenix and the Queens.

The league has some cool helmets and really skilled players, not to mention sweet nicknames like the Nightmare, Wreckers, and Illusion.

A former client of mine, Katie Zellner, used to talk Packers football with me, and knows football. She also played for the Green Bay Chill in the LFL – the Lingerie Football League. Yeah, the play in lingerie. But the rivalries are real, and so are the hits.

I can argue for and against any uniform, in any sport and any league, and these are no exception, as a man and a dad. But football is football. Decide for yourself.

3. What’s the major difference in rules for softball and baseball?

Softball began your pop’s illustrious and laughable athletics career. Yep. It all started with a team called the Greeley Grapes. We sported red polyester hats, curiously, and I wore jeans and a big Seattle Seahawks belt buckle during games. The 70s rocked.

My favorite softball player is Texas A&M’s Jenna Stark; my favorite baseball player is Jordan Pacheco. In case you were wondering.

The three main differences are these:

  • Softball is played with a ball 12 inches in circumference; a baseball is 9 inches
  • Pitchers throw underhand in softball, off a flat surface, 45 feet from home plate; they throw overhand in baseball, off a raised mound, 60 feet, 6 inches from home plate
  • Base runners in softball must wait until the pitcher releases the ball to leave a base; in baseball, you can take off at any time

Both sports involve a lot of dirt, a good bit of spitting, but I believe baseball players scratch more than softball players. I have no scientific data to back this up.

4. What’s that Beatles song about drugs?

Song? How about six?

“A Day in the Life,” “Doctor Robert,” “Happiness is a Warm Gun,” “I’m Only Sleeping,” and “Tomorrow Never Knows” have all been suspected of drug-related origins. None of those songs appear on my fans’ Favorite Beatles Songs lists, honestly.

The most famous drug-suspicious Beatles song has to be “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds,” which is supposed to refer (see what I kind of did there?) to the hallucinogenic drug LSD. But, John Lennon said the song was about an inspirational lass named Lucy Vodden, who was gravely ill with lupus.

Most lyrics in question came from Lennon’s pen, it seems. But band mate Paul McCartney revealed in a book that his song “Got to Get You Into My Life,” thought to be a love song, wasn’t at all – unless you count Mary Jane as his love interest.

Here’s the trippy video to “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”:

5. Have you ever been really scared by a movie?

You had to bring it up, didn’t you?

My parents let me watch horrid things early in life, such as “Poltergeist” and “Faces of Death.” (The first can be blamed on me for sneaking in some HBO time, but the second? Those movies were rented. I’m scarred for life.)

But the movie that has given me the most nightmares is a bit embarrassing.

”Jurassic Park.”

And you know I love dinosaurs. Like, almost as much as baseball and cheese and Star Wars. But man, every time I see a Jurassic Park movie, I have bad dreams, about T-rexes with glowing red eyes.

And that’s even scarier than taking a blindside hit from Katie Zellner. Or even having to choose between quick sand and Kristen Wiig doing Penelope.

Crap. I’m so not going to sleep tonight.

On The Road Again: This Time, at Another Jennifer

My foodiness pre-empts me sometimes.

If I try to talk to my kids while they’re hungry, the probably see me as a steak, or a chicken leg, or a cheesy chimichanga. Why? Because I’ve probably mentioned one of these delectable items at some point, and they fix on that.

Bloggers aren’t so different.

Jennifer from Another Jennifer blog is one of the most wonderful, talented, and delightfully hungry writers I’ve had the pleasure to have met through my blog. She hates pie, and loves bacon. She writes, she edits, she inspires.

She also seemed preoccupied with the Parmesan chicken wings I mentioned in a comment in approximately 1973.

Who can blame her? I’m at her place today, writing about the hallowed chicken wing. Take a visit, and learn more about yourself at your innermost core, based on a wing test I’ve compiled. Check it out, here.

I’ve also shared a recipe for grilled Parmesan chicken wings. Remember, North Carolina state law states that anyone in the continental U.S. who makes a batch of these must pay a six-wing minimum in tax to the recipe’s author.

While you’re there, check out Jennifer’s stuff. You’ll discover she’s not just another Jennifer after all. She’ll be your favorite.

I’ll be back on Friday with more answers to questions tossed out by my kids.

5 For Friday: Go Ask Daddy About Cheap Textiles, Roman Bloodsports and Crooked Letters

It’s Friday. Yes, that means Pizza Friday (for lunch and dinner, as it turns out this week), but it also means it’s time to answer the kids’ questions, great and small.

You ought to see the lineup. I have a couple that have inspired posts of their own.

I want to take a paragraph to thank everyone who contributed to, read or shared my first “6 Words” project this week. The response was incredible. It helped Coach Daddy to its best day, best week and best month for page views. I feel like making a cake, or something.

I feel like the city that just hosted the Olympics, or the Super Bowl, or the Bacon Festival. I hope you enjoyed your stay, and I hope you’ll stick around after the festivities are over. Or at least come back on vacation.

If you’ve brought snacks today, just leave them at the front table. After I take my 20 percent snack tax, I’ll share most of the rest of it. I smell bacon, by the way.

1. Are there $5 stores?

No.

OK, OK, there are. Five Below sells things from $1 to $5. The closest one is in Winston-Salem, just 61 miles away. So when you factor in gas and automobile wear and tear, we’d have to spend $726 to justify the trip.

It looks cool, though. You can get hula hoops ($2), the Katy Perry DVD diary ($5), and tons of spring duct tape ($3).

Remember when I could take you to the dollar store and declare “you can have anything you want in this store! Anything!”

And then you picked out a plastic gun, and it all changed.

2. Can you write with your right hand?

Sometimes, people think I am (I’m left-handed).

I can write with my right, but it looks like doctor’s handwriting. I always thought that was an unfair stereotype, until I watched a doc hold his pen between his middle and ring finger to write me a prescription. Maybe this cat was cursed with the impeccable penmanship of a teacher while he was at Chapel Hill, and they put him a course called Scrawling Illegibly 101.

You can, by the way, learn to write with your non-dominant hand.

3. What is a gladiator?

It’s not a dude in a leotard wielding an enormous Q-tip, I can tell you that.

The TV show “American Gladiators” was to true gladiators what tofu is to Angus burgers. Just a travesty. (Gina Carano aside). The original Roman gladiator fought in an arena against other men, or animals. And we’re not talking the Muppet or manatees. More like lions, crocodiles and zebras.

I don’t think they used humongous Q-tips, either.

4. Why do hoodlums drive old cars?

The street cred you lose if you roll up to your drug deal in a Ford Fiesta just can’t be regained, honey.

Maybe the hoodlums in East Charlotte aren’t the upper-tier of hoodlumosity. Maybe hoodlums in South Charlotte roll in BMWs and Lexuses. Maybe it’s a reflection of the economy. Or the cars depicted in some music videos. The ’62 Buick Skylark I drove in college was unfairly dubbed the “Ghetto Cruiser” by a former member of your family.

But yeah, you’re more likely to see a hood in an Olds than a Prius, aren’t you?

I’ll chalk it up to tradition.

5. Do any other languages use different letters?

I knew this dunderhead in college who placed out of Spanish as a foreign language, and then, although he wasn’t required to take another language course, signed up for “Ancient Greek.”

Wha? (You may or may not share DNA with this fool).

Besides Greek, you’ll find some funky characters in writings in Arabic, Chinese and Hebrew, to name a few. I’m not sure how they write Zulu, Tagalog or Urdu, but I’m guessing their letters don’t look like ours. The Greek I learned came in handy, though, as symbols I’d use to keep notes during basketball games when I was a sports writer.

My editor picked up my notebook one day and said, “what the heck is this?” for all the Greek letters jotted down to represent rebounds, 3-pointers and 3-pointers missed. “I can’t read it!”

“That’s the way I like it,” I told him, noting the missed opportunity he had to use the phrase “it’s all Greek to me.”

So yes, in Greece, China, the middle east … different alphabets are used to communicate.

Oh, and in the doctor’s office. I bet even Plato had a hard time reading Hippocrates’ prescription for athletes foot cream, too.

Parenthood, in 6 Words

Parenthood. It exhilarates, exhausts, disgusts, and lifts us like nothing else possibly could.

How would you sum up the journey in six words? Inspired by Hemingway’s assertion that a story can be told in six words, I asked that to parents around me – at soccer practice, in the blog world, even at the grocery store.

Here are 55 responses … from the anxious to the delirious to the simply joyous, all honest, all from the heart.

1. “Having my heart outside my body.”

Hannah H.

2. “Fulfilling, enduring, exhausting, challenging, thrilling, proud.”

Andrea P.

3. “The most humbling experience in life.”

Matt C.

4. “The craziest ride of your life.”

Brittany R.

5. “Heart, bigger. Brain, hurts. Arms, full.”

Alison, author of Writing, Wishing blog

6. “Best job you’ll do for free.”

Amanda P.

7. “My greatest love, joy and anxiety!”

Tara G.

8. “Love, care, teach, manners and values.”

Lamar H., author of Inspirational Basketball blog

9. “One crazy rollercoaster of a bootcamp.”

Erica W.

10. “Parenthood is elation, exhaustion, heartbreak; repeat.”

Lesley M.

11. “A life turned upside down instantly.”

Christine Carter, author of Mom Cafeblog

12. “Life with kids is beautiful chaos.”

Erica G.

13. “Exhausting sacrifice which brings innumerable blessings.”

Kris B.

14. “Joyful, painful, most rewarding hard work.”

Jennifer H., author of Living in Graceland blog

15. “Days go slow, years go fast.”

Rebecca C., author of The Unsteady Path blog

16. “What the heck was I thinking?”

Kelly S.

17. Never ending, mostly joy-filled adventure.”

Lori C.

18. “Best thing ever happened to me.”

Janet C.

19. “How blessed I am by God!”

Donna H.

20. “Hand me a very large cocktail.”

Megan M.

21. Selfless, frustrating and rewarding learning experience.”

Beth. H.

22. Love, frustration, anger, humiliation, ache, angst.”

Leslie P.

23. Leaving a legacy by changing diapers.”

Laura O., author of Mommy-Miracles blog

24. “Parents are very loving leaders.”

Rebecca Scarberry, Author of YA novella, “Messages From Henry”
(pigeon hero)

25. “Love, with a side of chaos.”

Ashley T.

26. “Sometimes you just have to laugh.”

Jillian L.

27. “Hurt him and I’ll cut you.”

Renee J., author of “Renée Schuls-Jacobson” blog

28. “What could possibly happen again today?”

Holly Homer, author of June Cleaver Nirvana blog

29. “Extraordinarily humbling, challenging, rewarding lifetime commitment.”

Debbie H.

30. “It’s the most wonderful experience ever!”

Jamie J., author of Kreyv blog.

31. “Instantaneous love combined with eternal worry.”

Lacey E.

32. “Tangible selfless love, an unexpected gift.”

Mandrile Y., author of the Polished Before Shined blog

33. “Most precious gift I could receive.”

Kimberly S.

34. “Learning and growing every single day.”

Tricia, author of Raising Humans blog

35. “The hardest but most fulfilling job.”

Deanna M.

36. “One of the hardest jobs ever.”

Chelsea W., author of MS Mummy of Two blog

37. “Always Be there for your kids.”

Kevin D., author of Sports Dad Hub blog

38. “Rewarding, ever changing, maddening yet satisfying.”

Rhonda S.

39. “The craziest rollercoaster you’ll ever ride.”

Renae Christine, author of Rich Mom Daily blog

40. “Buckle up, and enjoy the ride.”

Kimbra, author of Mommy’s Rambles blog

41. “Motherhood called me. Leave a message.”

Jen, author of Life on the Sonny Side blog

42. “Re-evaluating what is important in life.”

Tina S., author of One Mom’s Battle blog

43. “Chaos reigns in some sane insanity.”

Teri B., author of Snarkfest blog

44. “The hardest job you’ll ever love.”

Leslie B., author of Time Out For Mom blog

45. “Parenthood is a fantastic rollercoaster ride.”

Brigitte M., writer for Fragrant Man blog

46. “Hardest and best job in life.”

Danielle D.

47. “Keep an eye out; don’t hover.”

Michelle N., author of A Dish of Daily Life blog

48. “Colorful, crazy world of unconditional love.”

Rosey A., author of Mail 4 Rosey blog

50. “Watching your heart walk outside yourself.”

Mehgan B.

51. “My life is better with kids.”

Frugie, author of Frugalista Blog

52. “Relentless pressure released by random hugs.”

Cindy R., author of The Reedster Speaks blog

53. “Parenthood is what gives me perspective.”

Jen B., author of Another Jennifer blog

54. “The most beautiful and terrifying adventure!”

Grace, author of Arms Wide Open blog

55. “The biggest, hardest, greatest job ever.”

Sheri Lynch, co-host of “The Bob and Sheri Show

56. “Your reward is becoming a grandparent!”

Pamela K., author of “A Renaissance Woman” blog

57. “First 20 years are the hardest.”

Laurie, author of “The Trophy Mom” blog

58. “Teaches unconditional love and abundant patience.”

Stacy J., author of Stacy Uncorked blog

59. “Teach them compassion and financial survival.”*

Jesse W., author of Do Your Job blog

60. “Gives me plenty to blog about!”

Eli P., author of Coach Daddy blog

What would your six-word sentence read? And which of these do you most associate with?

*-Jesse later added, “I ran out of words, but I would have added: “and then kick them the f*** out of your house.” :) :)

5 For Friday: Go Ask Daddy About Concussions, Baseball Records and Mascots On The Payroll

My Go Ask Daddy list brims with possibility. It’s 30, maybe 40 questions strong. I don’t want to give it away, but subjects include stress tests, gladiators and mattress construction.

Sometimes, you get one you just can’t ignore. One that deserves its own post, such as, “would you die for me, daddy?” Or, that deserve top billing on a Friday, such as one about concussions – from a kid who knows better than me.

Nearly a week ago, In quick succession, I saw Grace get hit inadvertently during a soccer match, with a knee to the side of her head. Then, I caught her as she stumbled off the field and her legs gave way beneath her.

Grace says she doesn’t even remember getting hit.

I watched an orthopedic doctor administer tests to her on the sideline (her vision was blurry in her right eye), medics stabilize her on a stretcher, and an ambulance whisk her away to the hospital.

No until I lay down to sleep that night that all the images caught up with me and took my breath away.

She’s fine, today, and will likely miss just one week of soccer. That’s better than good. I happen to love that jolted little brain (and the girl all around it), not to mention the questions that come flowing out of it.

Play strong, Grace. Play strong.

1. Has anyone ever gotten a concussion and couldn’t get up?

I’m glad you did, lovey.

You might not remember the doctor’s explanation or even mine, but your brain is like a big bunch of cauliflower floating around in, say, butter sauce. But, congealed butter. Mm. Roasted cauliflower with butter. But I digress.

When you take a knee to the side of your noggin, as you did, that butter sauce that is designed to buffer your brain isn’t enough to keep your brain from slamming against the inside of your skull.

It’s not pretty. Too many of those is really bad for your health.

Your question, though: Has anyone ever gotten a concussion, and couldn’t get up? As I said, I’m glad you did, lovey. Let’s leave it at that.

2. Why does the Statue of Liberty stand by the road and wave?

Psh. Because she’s French.

The ones you’re talking about are Liberty Tax Service mascots. They entice us to come in and have our taxes done. Sometimes, it’s Uncle Sam. Other times, it’s that stoic French lady – only it’s portrayed by a groovy dude with headphones in or nice white lady swinging a sign that says “open late.”

They’re groovy human billboards, at a mere $8 an hour. God bless America.

Check this dude out:

3. What’s the record for the longest baseball inning?

The one I extended to 30 minutes at Garinger High School with two errors feels like it.

On May 8, 2004, the Detroit Tigers and Texas Rangers played a 31-run, 30-hit game that featured a record-breaking fifth inning.

Check out what happened in that inning:

  • Texas walked the first three batters of the inning on 20 pitches.
  • Detroit scored eight runs and faced 54 pitches in a half-inning.
  • Texas then faced 56 pitches in their half of the inning, and scored 10 runs.

  • The line: 110 pitches, 18 runs, in 1 hour, 8 minutes.

Compared to that, I was stellar at Garinger.

4. When you have a nose ring, what do you do when you have to blow your nose?

The answer is, very carefully. I wanted to ask a new girl here at work how she does it, but because that would be our official first conversation, I decided against it.

According to users on Yahoo! Answers, such as Amanda S., you should “be gentle and cautious” when you blow before the piercing heals.

The user One Sexy Jeep Girl says her nose is pierced, and she’s always blown her nose normally. Which is more than I can say.

5. How much do mascots make?

I used to dream of being a mascot. I’d have done it for $50 per game and a plate of nachos.

Most NBA teams have mascots on the full-time payroll. They earn $40,000-$45,000, with benefits (dragon care, chicken insurance, etc.) If you’re funny, don’t hurt fans, and don’t insult Steve Irwin, as the Tampa Bay Rays mascot did, or run over an opposing team’s quarterback with a golf cart like the Tennessee Titans’ mascot did, you could probably make a pretty good life in this gig.

Then there’s heat exhaustion and the danger of running up and down stadium steps in an oversized donkey head with feet big as Ronald McDonald’s.

I’d have to ask for $75 and extra cheese on my nachos. I mean, that’s a concussion waiting to happen. Know what I mean, Grace?

Hey Kids – Who Sings This?

The kids know the question will come. The radio volume is up, the song plays, the lyrics get belted out….

Everybody have fun tonight – everybody Wang Chung tonight!

She’s a brick – house. She’s mighty-mighty. Letting it all hang out!

Take it … to the limit … take it … to the limit. Take it. To the limit. One more tiiiiiiiiime …

It’s our thing, to guess who sings the song on the radio. I love how it’s evolved. My girls know the songs. They know the lyrics.

They know I’m going to ask, “Who sings this, girls?”

The girls take their regular jabs – Johnny Cash! Hootie and the Blowfish! Jesus Jones! Journey!

They’re starting to remember now, though. Wang Chung. The Commodores. The Eagles.

I hope when I’m not around, they’ll play among themselves. Quiz their mom and grandma. Show off someday in front of a date. “Fleetwood Mac! The Who! Johnny Hates Jazz! INXS! Elvis!

Once, every man with a high voice was Michael Jackson. They now ask me to sing the one Jesus Jones song we ever hear, for clarity. They someday will ask if this is Genesis or just Phil Collins, Matchbox 20 or just Rob Thomas.

(It’s a guess. I have a 50/50 chance.)

My dad started this. Saturdays meant something delicious on the grill, a game on the TV, and Super Gold on the radio, tunes that would waft through the summer air as if they should have been blared from the dashboard speaker of a GTO or ’56 Belair or ’72 Dodge Dart.

Buddy Holly! The Spinners! Cat Stephens!

Grace asks for “cowboy music” when it’s us two. We’ll hear Kathy Mattea, Alabama, or Rascal Flatts, and intersperse a “yeeeee-haw!” now and again for effect. (Her sisters have no appreciation for the beauty this).

Marie found inspiration in Diana Ross’ “I’m Coming Out,” as she swayed back and forth in the backseat of my car, and soaked up the empowerment of “Who’s That Lady?” as we made our way to the playing grounds for our soccer match.

I want the world to know … got to let it show …

Elise keeps me current on the hitline stuff. I can’t rest on my laurels of knowing anything by Chicago, Level 42, or Belinda Carlisle. I’d better know The Script. Fun. Cher Lloyd.

It makes sense. I’m the kid named after a Three Dog Night song, “Eli’s Coming.” The dude who sang “Across the Universe” by the Beatles as a lullaby to his girls.

It’s not all ballads and love songs. I’ve been chastised by fellow motorists when they discover that’s AC/DC’s “Hell’s Bells” my daughters air-guitar to. I’ve heard my youngest chirp up in the middle of Wal-Mart:

It’s a quarter after one
I’m a little drunk
and I need you now!

(Thanks, Lady Antebellum.)

The worse came when I played that 50/50 chance with Grace and a little Charlie Daniels Band. What are the chances this particular station would play the unedited version of “Devil Went Down To Georgia”, on this particular day?

Sure enough, Charlie Daniels spit out the insult of the devil. The five-letter, female dog one.

It was 99.7 The Fox, after all. “Son of a gun” doesn’t fly with many classic rock listeners.

Maybe she didn’t notice. The proof came at dinner, with one defining proclamation.

“B*tch,” Grace declared, hardly looking up as she forked her green beans. “That’s what the cowboy man singing that song on the radio said.

“B*tch.”

Busted. I immediately went into damage-control. How could I politely explain why you’d hear the term at a dog show and be unfazed? Or, pretend she said ‘ditch,’ and diligently chomp my own broccoli?

Or admit to facilitate the expansion of Grace’s curse-word directory?

Yeah, I should have countered, “But who sings that??”

5 For Friday: Reasons It’s Good To Be a Fierce Diva.

Well, I’m just pretending to be one. I’m not actually worthy.

I’m a guest poster on an incredible blog called Fierce Diva Guide to Life, written by Ilene Evans. Come check it out. Ilene guest posted here in this pizza-box-ridden space recently, about five places she’d never take her kids.

And I’m all serious, too. I’m comparing life to soccer. And hardly talking about food (unless you count the comments).

5 Reasons It’s Good To Be A Fierce Diva:

  1. You’re all spiritually centered, so much so that dogs won’t bite you.
  2. You can rock the combat boots and knit hat.
  3. Unfierce divas let you cut in front of them at the grocery-store checkout.
  4. You get all the snacks you want.
  5. You have a tribe of loyal readers from which you draw inspiration, and to whom you inspire.

Come check it out!

And read a bunch of Ilene’s stuff while you’re there. You’ll love what you see.