June 20, 2004
Shout Out to My Old Man
Happy Father's Day, Dad! It looks like it's supposed to be a nice day in NJ, so I hope that you can go and play a round of golf, shoot in the 80s, and then fall asleep on the couch, just how you like it. And if you don't wake up by 4pm to watch the US trounce Grenada, then I'm sure TiVo will get it for you, even if you didn't set it to, because hey, it's your day. Maybe even the Mets will win one for you today. Hell, maybe even the NY Rangers will, too, even though their season was over months ago and a bunch of middle schoolers on rollerblades could give them a run for their money right now...but that's not the point.
The point is that today is your day. Yeah, I know you're doing the South Beach Diet thing, but you should go and treat yourself to a beer, because it looks like that Dr. Agatston guy didn't do his homework, anyway. You've always been a great dad, and I really appreciate the fact that you've made it clear that I can always come home if I need to. I'm sorry that the DVD that I ordered you for Father's Day hasn't arrived yet, but I hope that you enjoy it when it comes. It's the least I can do after all that you've done for me, and it makes me happy that you take an interest in everything I do -- because of that, I don't even get mad when you leave horribly formatted comments on my blog.
I'm just going to write a program that reformats them, and I swear to God I'm going to rip the caps lock key of the keyboard as soon as I get home -- Happy Father's Day!
Love,Michael