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An Augury
By Daddy Clay Thursday, October 20th, 2011
Somehow, I’m on the track an hour before dawn, a thick neoprene sleeve on my lower left leg, a bulky knee brace on my right. My gate is somewhere between shambling and wince-inducing. I feel like a newbie, like I did almost three years and three thousand miles ago when I took up running again, heavy and puffing in my sweatband and grey hoodie.
About a month ago, my athletic legacy reappeared with a deep plastic-y crunch in my knee. At the time, I thought that was it, the Big One, the one I compulsively imagine over and over in graphic detail. The end of the line for me.
It was bad, but not the end. Since the re-injury, I’ve rehabbed in the pool and on the exercise bike on the brink of panic. With all else going on in my life, I need to run. I am almost driven to distraction with worry because it feels like nothing else will do. (Who’s got two grand for a bike? And I abhor the pool.) Read the rest of this entry »
Cheer Like a Mother
By Daddy Clay Wednesday, September 14th, 2011
“It’s okay. He’s just watching the other game.”
-Opposing Dad
A dad of a kid on my kid’s team is really working himself up, fulminating on the sidelines, lobbying the refs for a foul call against an opposing player. He’s really loud, and his accusations have clearly gotten under the skin of the parents of the opposing team. They are starting to jaw back at him, when one Profound Dad offers the above nugget of wisdom. Read the rest of this entry »
Raising the Next Blackbeard
By Daddy Clay Monday, August 22nd, 2011
For two-thirds of my offspring, it’s the first day of school, which has me ready to write my “How I spent my summer vacation” essay. I had the great good fortune to be able to take another extended vacation with my family this year, as I have ever year since I got married. I’m a lucky bastard.
We go to Cape Cod and stay in the town of Chatham. Because we return to the same town, the same house (my in-laws’), the same beaches year after year, certain traditions and rituals have emerged. I can find pictures of the kids in the same spot, almost the same pose, from every year of their lives. Scrolling through those images is a fascinating way to watch them grow up before your eyes — almost time-lapse. Read the rest of this entry »
Changing Station in Men’s John a Tipping Point in Human History
By Daddy Clay Friday, March 5th, 2010
My head snapped around, and I had the same sickening feeling I get in my “walked into the DadLabs World HQ in the buff” dreams.
I had just inadvertently burst into the ladies room and I knew exactly who was to blame. Daddy Troy. It’s the Gear Daddy’s fault because he’s such a big fan of those bathroom door icons that are so “witty” that you have to stand in the hallway for twenty minutes until you finally puzzle out if you are a “Pointer” or a “Setter.” Read the rest of this entry »
