Sometimes, it’s Back to the Drawing Board – Even for the Coach

My heart didn’t give out Sunday night. My deodorant definitely did. See, when Matt Prater’s kick sailed through the uprights to give my Denver Broncos a stomach churning 51-48 victory against the Dallas Cowboys, my pulse could finally start a slow decline. For a coach, it’s sometimes tougher on the ticker to watch a team

Guest Post: Melany from Melany’s Guydlines Talks Fatherhood with Coach Daddy

Melany was one of the first bloggers I found when I ventured out on my own on Coach Daddy. She has a popular blog called Melany’s Guydlines, and it covers beautifully everything from sports to women’s issues to dating. she’s a sporty girl, from a sporty family, so I wanted her to tell us a

Guest Post From Another Jennifer: 6 Life Lessons From Driving the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile

Today, I’m handing the clipboard to Jen from Another Jennifer blog. You’re in capable hands. I mean, these hands once steered the Wienermobile. How cool is that? I found out about Jen’s jealousy-inducing summer job out of college, and just had to have the story on my page. I mean, this is a blog about

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.

5 for Friday: Go Ask Daddy About Lance Armstrong, Jam vs. Jelly and Your Itchy Scalps

The scoop of questions we serve up for Go Ask Daddy Five for Fridays offers a snapshot into our lives. Bad words and holiday traditions. Skunk recipes and Hail Mary passes. Cameras above football fields and the doings of artists we miss, such as Otis Redding. This also applies this week. I’m a bit behind

Five For Friday: The Ways I’ve Failed at Lent

I’m kind of crappy at being Christian. I have a lot of the New Testament stuff down pat. I often turn the other cheek. I love you all the way Jesus loves me. I really, really like parables. And Paul’s letters. The dude can write. The old-school stuff gets me, every time, though. I wear a

😟 5 for Friday: Anxieties that struck me all at once in the high school drop-off line

High school. See, I’m not the dad who fussed too much in the weeks leading to my oldest daughter becoming a high schooler. Why? Well, the inevitability is a factor. It’s not as if I can keep her from high school (short of just not dropping her off). Me keeping her home to watch Ghost Adventures

Meditations (or random rants and babbling? who can tell) for dads

When you watch your kids sleep, and feel a kinship Discovery Channel scientist who’s just approached a large, carnivorous just-tranquilized animal, it’s completely justified. That uneasy feeling you get when animated TV shows come on with mature themes and innuendo humor come on with the kids in the room, that causes you to change the

I’m a bad dad. And a lousy coach.

I believe the universe corrects itself. Track races. Pennant races. Racial races. Yin and yang, alpha and omega. My noble ventures as dad and coach – tempered by those thoughts/actions/decisions that make me forever mortal. The 11-year-old burping in the middle of Taco Bell. The dad, only marginally embarrassed. More proud of the effort … wanting to

Thanking those who serve, and one who didn’t.

All we had to offer was a can of Sprite. He opened it right away. Gulped it, really. We wished we’d had a bottle of water. Much better for gulping on a 97-degree Independence Day, when you’re a man with a sign to declare you’ll work for food. That you served in the military. With