No where near as celebrated as the Mother’s edition, we Fathers get our day to be wined and dinned once a year as well. Today Timmy treated me out to breakfast at our local mom-n-pops dinner where the morning weather was so perfect, we ate our eggs and bacon out on the patio of the restaurant.
An afternoon visit to the batting cages made up for the greasy (but yummy) breakfast. No injuries to report this time visiting the cages and my kind of F-day.
Timmy at the batting cages, then (May 2010) and now
In my youth I played my fair share of paintball, but it has been a decade since my last times played, and even then I paid the price for days after each game. This weekend, I did not want to pass up the opportunity to play with my own son when he invited me along, (actually he has been inviting me for a year, but I finally accepted).
To keep a long story short, we had a good time. Father and Son, doing what boys do on a Saturday afternoon. The problem is, I’m not a ‘boy’ anymore and some of the tactical maneuvers I once did in my 20′s earned me some pretty nasty scrapes and bruises in my 40′s. Still, these are times I do not want to miss sharing with my son…