are you ready for some football?

You’d be hard pressed to find someone less interested in football than I am.  Seriously, the game holds zero appeal, even (brace yourselves now) during Super Bowl weekend.  Because I’m old and crotchety I don’t even bother with the pretense anymore, which leads to a lot of painful pauses when people ask who I’m rooting for and I respond with some variation of “couldn’t care less.”

I’ve decided to become socially awkward in my middle age.

At any rate, this should tell you something about this post on Nickworthy…any football post that can hold my attention for longer than twenty seconds brings the funny.

“A few points of interest to help you get ready for this year’s Super Bowl!

  • This year’s big game is Super Bowl LI, which is pronounced Super Bowly.
  • The Patriots are led by quarterback Tom Brady…
  • Many people believe that Brady, who is considered by some to be the best quarterback ever, was originally inspired to play football by the Brady Bunch quarterback heroics of Greg Brady.
  • Ok, ‘many people’ may be a stretch, but I like to think that’s true.”

A few thoughts about Super Bowl 51: A historic grudge match named after a toy –

bootie shorts, hooker makeup, and that teased out ponytail

Please don’t send me hate mail about cheerleader bashing.  I’m not philosophically opposed to this particular extracurricular activity or invested in bringing down the pom pom industry. As a matter of fact, I’ve grown quite fascinated with high school and college cheerleading competitions – now those are some serious dance and gymnastic skills on display.

And yet I can’t help but struggle with the gym nearby.

For real, though…my inbox can’t take a massive influx of cheer mom angst, so let’s keep the uproar to a minimum.

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mere mortals can medal, too

A post on events for the average human because we still can’t get enough of the Olympics, even as Halloween draws near.  (Otherwise known as: I earmarked this two months ago and completely forgot to repost it but DAMN, we could use a few more laughs around here.)


“Synchronized Liking

When you’re out with a group and someone posts a photo and everyone in attendance takes out their phone to ‘like’ it at the same time.

High Barstool

When you’re going to sit at the bar but first you have to figure out how to get your ass on what appears to be an unusually tall barstool designed to humiliate you, so you try to shimmy up without having to do a full hop and hoist, and somehow by the grace of Guinness you make it into the seat.

Women’s Singles

When you’re a woman on your period and you eat individual slices of cheese from the package because, what, do you have a problem with that?  Are you giving me a look?  Have you never seen a woman eat slices of cheese before?” 

Olympic Events Reimagined for the Modern Mortal – Sass & Balderdash


Look, I get it.  Sometimes we’re a little too burned out to give 110% at 7:00 at night.  Sometimes you’re phoning it in because it’s all you can do to get through the day.

But when you agree to coach then you’re committing to bringing your A game for the kids. You’re human, you’re allowed to have an off day, but that cannot be the norm.  You have got to show up.

So while I typically go by the motto of put up or shut up – meaning if you didn’t volunteer to coach then keep your opinions to yourself – at a certain point I can’t help asking what the hell they’re doing on that field.

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and then there was Rio

I spent hours on end watching the Olympics games in Rio this summer, which is a little weird since I wouldn’t describe myself as an avid Olympics fan.  As a matter of fact, I can’t remember a time when I actively chose to turn on the television for anything other than the gymnastics competition.

But this year?  This year something changed.  I suffered through the entire opening ceremony (the least interesting part of the Olympics for me by far, frankly), but I was all over the rest of it.  During the day T-man and Bear would wander through to find me watching swimming, diving, or track and field.  BrightSide and I would flip it on at 8:00pm, glued to the tv for gymnastics and beach volleyball, calling the kids over to see particularly cool events.

For two weeks there I became a regular sports fanatic.

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it’s all about the kids

We’re rolling into the fall soccer season around these parts and (praise Jesus) both kids have decided to return to the sport.  It may stick, it may not – either way, I’m pretty excited they’re spending some more time playing the game I’ve loved my whole life.  I can cheer on my kids in a lot of things, but I truly understand few of them the way I understand soccer.

As someone who was blessed with the opportunity to coach three seasons of this sport for T-man’s team, I love this post.  This guy gets it.  Do you coach?  Work with kids in any way?  Have kids?  Know kids?  Click over – this is worth the read.

“So, you’ve volunteered to coach soccer.

Your life will change.  How much depends on you.  It’ll force early hair loss, or high blood pressure, perhaps.  Or, it will reveal character and strength you never knew existed.

Seriously, few things in this life will stir your soul like coaching your kid in soccer.

Seriously, few things in this life could scar your kids like coaching your kid in soccer.”

11 Essential Questions for Every Youth Soccer Coach – Coach Daddy

Super Bowl Hangover: the morning after

North Carolina is my stomping ground.  By all accounts, if there was ever a year when I should be excited about a Super Bowl it would be this one, when the Panthers (yes, I actually know the team name) are playing.

Except not really.

Around these parts we’ve been regaled by several weeks of “Panther Pride” capped off by a spirit day at the kids’ school featuring jerseys, face paint, colored hair, and doin’ the Dab.  (If, like me, you’re one of those seriously not invested in this phenomena, you can read the wiki explanation of the Dab here.)  I’m surrounded by people debating who’s the stronger quarterback, Peyton Manning or Cam Newton, as well as evaluating their skills.  Offense, counteracting another team’s defense, and general sportsmanlike behavior are all hotly contested issues.

But at the risk of inciting the wrath of sports fans everywhere, I simply cannot get fired up about any of it.

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Sunday Snapshot: Dedication


Bear joined the school’s Fitness Club this fall.

For ten weeks she stayed after school on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, working with two teachers and 49 other students to build her stamina.  Bear was also responsible for at least one additional day of training at home during the week.

The club used the Couch to 5k Training Plan to steadily strengthen endurance with the final goal of running a 5k at the school.  By the end of those ten weeks at least half of the students had dropped out, but Bear was bound and determined to complete her training and run the race.

So one morning in December, we packed up and headed over to the school for Bear’s 5k.  At the race’s start the kids took off like a shot, basically sprinting the first lap before heading off on an elaborate route around the school.  By the time Bear came back into view she was struggling – stitch in her side, trouble catching her breath – nearly in tears because she didn’t know if she could make it.

I walked that lap with Bear, helping her control her breathing and work through the pain.  I encouraged her, telling her I knew she could do it, she’d trained so hard for this day.  But there was doubt and pain all over her face as she headed out on the second trip around the school.

BrightSide joined Bear midway through the second lap to help her run the last leg of the race.  This photo is of the two of them in the final stretch.  Bear put everything she had into that last bit of track, pushing hard to get to the finish line.  She came in 10th.

Bear had high expectations for herself that day.  She’d started the race aiming to finish in the top 3 runners – that’s my girl, always swinging for the fences – and Bear was pretty upset at first.  It took a while for her to realize how impressive it was just to finish her first 5k.

I’m so proud of her.  Bear accepted a challenge, stuck with the training, and followed it through to the end. That’s real dedication.