the first father's day

how was my first father’s day as an actual father? quiet. quiet=great. all that i did today was to go to yoga for the first time in a year, take a nap, and then go out for sushi. and in between play with and feed snapper. what could be better?

oh, and i got to watch the game, and much to my surprise, the lakers won and are alive for another day.

(quick basketball aside: can i say that 1. i lied and i’m NOT fine with the celtics winning after watching them rip the heart out of my two favorite teams and 2. watching the lakers blow a 24 point lead in game 4 made me sick to my stomach. even watching them win their two games, you never really get the sense that they deserve to win or even earned it. no one on the lakers besides kobe seems to understand that they need to PLAY HARD to win and they need to earn it. instead they seem to have bought into the idea that they’re the favorites, and once they jump out to a nice lead [which they do every game] the celtics will fold. which they don’t. because this is the finals. and the celtics aren’t quitting, and that’s why they’re up 3-2. is it time for wimbledon yet?)

honestly, to me this has always been a bullshit holiday, a sort of “oh yeah” equivalent to mother’s day. but i can’t tell you how much i appreciate it now. not the actual holiday, but just that day that reminds me: i’m a father. and i love it.