This election cycle has been daunting (to say the least). For the first time ever, our kids were heavily involved, more by osmosis than by choice. The 24/7 news cycle, combined with two polarizing candidates, has made our home something of a political hotbed over the past year or so. You can probably imagine how weary my kids have grown of this seemingly never-ending election, since most grown-ups are totally burnt out at this point.

My choice for this election was the most difficult one that I’ve ever made, and it would be an understatement to say that I took the scenic route to get here.

Early on, I thought that one particular candidate would have been the best for the country because he was the least divisive of all. I was putting country ahead of personal beliefs in that circumstance. Once it became clear that his campaign wasn’t gaining any traction, I shifted to the candidate that resonated with me the most. Once his campaign came to an end, I flirted with the idea of voting third party since I’m not in a swing state, but that idea was short-lived. Although I favor a system that goes beyond two parties, I found myself at the crossroads of the two major party candidates.

Early on in the process, I had decided that one candidate was never going to get my vote, and I’ve stuck with that decision for over a year. That left me with the bitter pill of voting against someone, rather than voting for someone.

What I’ve learned throughout this process is that every vote cast for either major party candidate meant being able to forgive something. Perfection simply doesn’t exist, nor does near-perfection for that matter.

Over the past few months, as people have dug in, I’ve seen that the news of the day wasn’t really moving the needle for decided voters, only for the undecided ones. Those on the left would react strongly to news from the right and vice versa. This has only added to the divide in the country, and has made this election must more vitriolic than any other in my lifetime. I was dug in, but more against one candidate than in favor of another.

I was prepared to use my vote to try and stop the candidate that I would never want to see in the Oval Office. But, over time, I started to do more research on my own, and stopped buying into the perception created by the media and those on social media. Once I put my pre-conceived notions to rest, I was able to open my mind to the possibility of enthusiastically supporting one candidate over the other.

Everyone has a core belief system, a set of values that transcends any candidate. For most of this election cycle, my views aligned mostly with the candidate that I chose. This wasn’t a gut feeling. I answered every question that I could on www.isidewith.com on more than one occasion, and the results always came up with two candidates above all others, but only one of them is in this election.

Like most people, my wife and I have lived through our fair share of trials and tribulations. Thankfully, we’ve always been there for each other, regardless of the situation. We’ve grown together over the past 25 years together, and though we come from different religious backgrounds, we have instilled a strong belief system in our children. It’s a belief system built upon not just a tolerance for the way that others live, but a full acceptance of it.

As I mentioned above, no candidate is perfect, but there is one that goes against everything that we believe. When I opened my mind, I started to realize that the candidate that I voted for, though not without faults, has a very similar belief system to my wife and me. We agree on most issues, issues that go beyond candidate personalities, issues that are important to us.

I can’t fault anyone for their choice, because I haven’t walked a mile in their shoes. I don’t know everyone’s most important issues, or for the most part, their core belief system. While I may not agree with choosing a particular candidate, it’s not my place to tell someone that they’re wrong. That being said, I have witnessed some terrible behavior from a handful of people, and that has forever changed my opinion of them.

If you look at the picture on this post, you will see me voting with my little girl. Surprisingly, she has shown a stronger interest in this election than my son who is four years older than her. I’m proud to say that the values that we’ve instilled in her have come through in our discussions with her about this election.

Ever since I became a parent, my focus has been on doing what’s best for my children. Every decision that my wife and I have made during those years has been with my children in mind, often times at personal sacrifice, but that’s part of being a parent.

The journey to this moment has been long and arduous. There has been a great deal of handwringing throughout this election process, but regardless of what happens tonight, I’m at peace with my decision.

I’ve been an independent all my life, but so much of what has happened in the last year has made me commit to a party for the first time since I turned 18. Making this decision is probably more difficult on my children than it is for me. It’s not easy being in the vast minority when you’re in school dealing with other kids who have strong beliefs based on parental influence. My son has already dealt with a classmate judging him for not being in lockstep with most of the community.

Tonight, my wife and I brought the kids with us to vote. My daughter helped me fill out my ballot, and my son helped my wife. Hopefully by tomorrow, we will be on the side of history as Hillary Clinton is elected as the first woman president of the United States. Even if that doesn’t happen, we will still have shared an historic moment together, provided that Chuck Schumer is re-elected to the Senate (which is a virtual lock). It has already been decided that he will become the first Jewish Senate Majority or Senate Minority leader.

My hope is that, regardless of what happens tonight, we can move towards becoming one nation again (although I realize that it will be very difficult). I’ve done all that I can do to make the best decision for my family and me.

Based on what I’ve seen on Facebook, a number of friends were going to disagree with whichever candidate I voted for. I would not want to go through this process again, but the one silver lining in doing so is that it gave me the opportunity to get comfortable with voting for a candidate that I believe in, rather than voting against the candidate that I don’t. It’s a much better feeling to enthusiastically support someone (at least it is for me).

I purposely haven’t openly supported Hillary on Facebook because I didn’t want to deal with the inevitable back and forth from Trump supporters. Now that my vote has already been cast, there is no longer a reason to debate the choice. I’ve made my decision, and I’m at peace with it. I wish the same for everyone else.

If you’re a parent, it’s highly likely that you’ve spent countless hours watching your kids participate in sports. It’s also a virtual lock that you’ve experienced coaches who made your stomach turn with their ineptitude and/or nepotism. If you’ve been a coach yourself, you know how it feels to deal with “participation trophy” parents who place selfish desires to see their kid in the spotlight over the greater good of the team and experiencing real competition. Political correctness, and fear of embarrassing your child, makes it very unlikely that you ever do anything about your dissatisfaction besides complain to your inner circle of friends. Do you ever wonder what it would be like to share your inner-circle thoughts with the masses, take meaningful action and let the chips fall where they may? If so, Matthew S. Hiley’s Baseball Dads is a must-read!

It’s been nearly a decade since the country was captivated by Tony Soprano and his take-no-shit crew of New Jersey gangsters that you couldn’t help but root for, despite the fact that they lived on the wrong side of the law. Who among us, when watching The Sopranos, never fantasized about dishing out our own brand of justice (if only it were legal)? Most people never reach the breaking point that pushes them to vigilante justice, but in the darkest depths of your mind, the thoughts certainly exist, even if they are never acted upon.

In Baseball Dads, Dwyane Devero evolves from a hard-working, loving father who struggles to make ends meet and do right by his family, into a Tony Soprano-esque superhero that leads a crew of equally disenchanted baseball dads to mete out their own brand of justice. Devero’s challenge lies in leading a crew that faces an unexpected transition into a life that they have no real skills to handle with any degree of expertise. It is the main character’s undeniable charisma and feeling of invincibility that acts as the glue that holds this group of flawed men together.

From massive drug use to wildly inappropriate sexual escapades and cringe-worthy blunt talk loaded with foul language, you can’t help but follow along with anticipation to see how the story unfolds. This book is not for the faint of heart or the uptight, but if you were a fan of The Sopranos, you will find Baseball Dads to be a thoroughly entertaining read that will make you laugh out loud, while simultaneously shaking your head in disbelief.

By tapping into a subject that is so familiar to every parent that has ever watched their kid play sports, Matthew S. Hiley brilliantly develops these characters in such a way that you feel like you can be one of them. There is no doubt that Baseball Dads would make an excellent movie in the future, and if it hits the theaters, I’ll be there on opening night.

Click here to read the first three chapters of the book for free, and then click the button to order your own copy. You will not be disappointed!

“What if?” is a question that my mom tortured herself with since my dad passed away in 2001. The passage of time never diminished her need to know what would have happened if we had done something different, something more extreme in the hopes of an unlikely miracle.

Wondering “what if?” reached its peak each year during our family’s “hell week,” which happens every July. It begins with the anniversary of my dad’s accident and ends with the anniversary of his passing. That is always a difficult week, but there used to be a reprieve that lasted until his birthday in March, when we all can’t help but wonder once again…“what if?”

Today marks the final day in another “hell week” for my family. Today I find myself asking “what if?” on the first anniversary of my mom’s untimely passing.

What if she had taken the test that she feared taking earlier? Would she still have had the complications that she had from her surgery, which led to more surgery, which led to her ultimately passing away and leaving us all in shock once again?

What if she was able to reach me earlier on the day of her test? Would I have been able to travel to the hospital quickly enough to give her a hug and kiss and tell her that I loved her before her surgery?

What if the doctor’s appointment that sent her rushing for emergency tests was after her birthday weekend, instead of the Friday before? What if we didn’t “celebrate” her birthday praying for her to wake up at her bedside? What if we had the chance to have one last birthday celebration by going out to dinner together (which was one of her favorite things in life)?

What if she got to read the heartfelt, handmade birthday cards that my kids made for her instead of having me read them to her as I said my last goodbye because I knew that the end was near?

What if my daughter could have given her the card that she made for her for this birthday, even though she knew that there was no place to send it? What if my son could have called my mom to share his excitement about the home run that he hit on her birthday with the bat that she gave him for his birthday?

What if, instead of having two “hell weeks” each year from now on, our family didn’t have any? What if my dad got to meet the amazing kids that my mom used to look to the sky and tell him about? What if my mom got to see the kids that she adored grow up, graduate high school and college, get married and have kids of their own?

Life lessons can be found in unlikely places if you are open to learning them. As a modern-day parent, armed with the requisite equipment (smartphone, digital camera, camcorder), I am always at the ready to capture every “important” moment, in addition to others that wouldn’t fit into the aforementioned category. At least I was until recently, when I had an epiphany spurred on by Louis C.K.’s stand-up comedy routine.

We tend to look at any celebrity in a different light, but when it comes down to it, Louis C.K. is my peer. We both have two kids, are close in age and spend enough time on social media to be able to appreciate the absurdity that often takes place in the medium, Facebook in particular.

If I revealed that I had discovered a way to experience life’s moments in incomparable HD-quality, many of you would immediately start Googling for reviews to see what others thought. The bad news is that you wouldn’t find the information that you’re looking for, but the good news is that there is no cost and you can start experiencing this incomparable HD-quality immediately. This sounds too good to be true, so there must be a catch, right? Yes, there is!

The epiphany that I had, and the life lesson that I learned (courtesy of Louis C.K.), is that the best way to experience this HD-quality life is to put the camera down and live in the moment. In his routine, he joked about how we all live our lives through a tiny, two-dimensional lens when we could be experiencing these moments in real-life 3D. To be fair, the funniest part of the routine came afterwards when discussing what to do when posting these videos on Facebook, but it is not “family-friendly,” and cannot be shared in this forum. However, you do not need the punchline to appreciate the legitimate point that he made with his observation.

Putting down the camera is easier said than done, but I was determined to do so the next time that the chance came to live in the moment instead of capturing it. Fortunately for me, I didn’t have to wait too long.

With Louis C.K.’s words still ringing in my ear, I sat down in my seat to watch my 7-yr old daughter’s dance recital. My wife wasn’t ready to join me on my mission, so she was in charge of the camcorder. I took a few obligatory photos, but for the first time in six recitals, I experienced a “life-sized” moment, and enjoyed it more than ever before. A malfunction with the camcorder had my wife in a frenzy. In previous years, I would have also been in a panic, but I simply told her that we never watch them anyway. I shocked myself with this newfound rationalism!

Memorial Day Weekend brought another major test of my willpower.

We have established a family tradition of kicking off the summer by attending the Bethpage Air Show at Jones Beach. It is a spectacular event that must be experienced firsthand to truly appreciate. In previous years, I took some photos during the early parts of the show, but when the headliner came on (Blue Angels or Thunderbirds), I kicked into full “capture-the-moment” mode. At times, I would be shooting photos blindly into the sky with one hand while videotaping with the other hand. I lucked into a few good pictures, but I cannot tell you how the videos came out because I have never watched them.

This year, I decided that it was time to live fully in the moment, and I did. I didn’t take one photo. I didn’t shoot any video. I didn’t even turn my “battery-challenged” smartphone on to share the moment on Facebook. Undistracted, I used all of my senses to take in this awe-inspiring show. I found myself gasping at times as I watched the FA-18 Hornets pass within feet of each other at incredibly high speeds. This is a staple of their demonstration, but I never appreciated the intense danger of the moment when viewing it through a tiny camcorder screen.

My brother-in-law joined us for the first time this year. Photography being one of his favorite hobbies, he was intent on capturing every moment. By the end of the day, he had taken 281 photos, a number that certainly would have been higher if he wasn’t budgeting his battery time for the main event. My son took over 100 pictures, even though he was largely uninterested for much of the day. My wife took some shots on her phone to send to friends, and my sister-in-law took some too.

As we sat around the table when we got home, I shared Louis C.K.’s insight with everyone. In spite of the fact that they all took pictures, they agreed that his point was a valid one. I asked my brother-in-law how many pictures he would have taken if he was using film instead of digital memory. His answer (24) spoke volumes about how the convenience of digital media has made it too easy for us all to live life through a lens, capturing every moment instead of living in them.

Most people left the beach that day with numerous photos of the Air Show. I left with a handful of photos, all of which were shots of me with my wife and kids. Out of the thousands of photos that I’ve accumulated through the years of attending the show, one sits squarely on my mantle as a reminder of the experience. It is a simple close-up of the four of us at Jones Beach, and one of my favorites because it brings me back to a moment in time. The Blue Angels are awe-inspiring, but I wouldn’t trade a perfect shot of their performance for the family photo that means so much to me.

The majority of my life’s most memorable moments were not captured in photos or videos, but I remember them just the same because they have left an indelible, vivid imprint on my mind. I don’t need to flip through photo albums or scan my computer to access them, so the argument can be made that the best way to capture a moment is to live in it fully. It took Louis C.K.’s words of wisdom to bring me to this realization. Hopefully, it will do the same for those who read this story.

]]>https://waldo2010.wordpress.com/2014/05/28/living-in-the-moment-instead-of-capturing-it/feed/0waldo2010ImageThree For Thursday: Volbeat, Black Stone Cherry, Queensrychehttps://waldo2010.wordpress.com/2014/03/13/three-for-thursday-volbeat-black-stone-cherry-queensryche/
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Three For Thursday featuring: Volbeat, Black Stone Cherryand Queensryche. The theme of the week is usually revealed below the last video, however, because this is a special Three For Thursday, the theme of the week is featured at the top. Hard Rock Daddy was borne out of a passion for hard rock music and fatherhood. If not for my dad’s influence, this site may very well not have ever been launched. He was taken from us much too soon, but the impact that he had on my life and on my parenting style is immeasurable and ever-present. Each of these songs illustrate the impact that a dad can have on a son. Today, my dad celebrates his 13th birthday in heaven, and his first with my mom by his side. Happy birthday Dad! This week is dedicated to you.

The following is a story about a morally bankrupt dog breeder named Jonas Stoltzfus, who is an “approved breeder” for a broker website called Greenfield Puppies. According to the broker’s website, they do everything possible to prevent mistreatment of animals, and inhumane breeding practices. They make no such promises for how their breeders treat humans. Perhaps if they policed their breeders’ business practices, a very bad situation could have been avoided.

This story is not a plea for sympathy. Having been through some very tragic times, what Stoltzfus did to my family and me pales by comparison. By sharing this story, my hope is that anyone looking to do business with this unscrupulous man will think twice before taking a trip out to Amish country in Pennsylvania and look elsewhere for a family dog.

Here is my story…

This month will mark five years since the painful passing of the only family dog that we’ve had since my children were born. For a long time, my kids didn’t want to get another dog because of their love for our dog that passed, and to avoid the pain of ever having to go through something like that again. But as the saying goes, time heals all wounds.

Not long before my mother’s sudden passing in October, she told me that she wanted to get my kids a puppy. Throughout her entire life, she had a paralyzing fear of big dogs. Her perception of “big” is likely different than most people. The only dogs that she felt comfortable around were those of the toy variety, so naturally, she wanted to get the kids a puppy that would never grow up into a big dog that she would fear. Though not as extreme, my daughter also has a fear of big dogs, and has been longing for a little dog for quite some time.

I still hadn’t made up my mind about whether or not I was ready to take on the responsibility of a dog when my mom passed away suddenly. In the difficult months since her passing, the thought of getting a dog never really crossed my mind. However, after a trip to visit a family member with a toy breed, I decided that the time was right to give the gift that my mom wanted to give to the kids. Seeing the joy on their faces as they played with this dog made it a fairly easy decision.

I started doing research on my own to find the dog that would be ideally suited to our family, while honoring my mom’s intentions. I discovered an adorable mixed breed puppy on Petfinders.com. When my wife got home, I took her upstairs to discuss the idea of getting this dog. She didn’t know that I had been in discussions with my mom about getting a dog for the kids.

After some hesitation, and staring at this adorable little puppy on the computer screen, she agreed that we could look into it. I made a call early the next morning and listened to a voicemail message that said the fastest response would come by e-mail or text, so I e-mailed and waited. I texted and waited. I texted again and waited some more. I called again, and got the same message. When it became abundantly clear that this shelter wasn’t going to respond to my inquiry, I started to look elsewhere.

My search took me to the website for Greenfield Puppies. I scrolled down and found a breed that I had never heard of before. It was a “designer” breed called a Cavachon (King Charles Cavalier and Bischon Frise). It was exactly the type of dog that my mom envisioned and that my kids would adore. The litter of 8 puppies belonged to a breeder named Jonas Stoltzfus. It seemed like fate had stepped in when it turned out that my favorite one shared my mother’s name. I immediately called and left a message about which puppy I was interested in, and asked the breeder to call me back.

Several hours later, the phone rang just as we were sitting down for dinner. I rushed upstairs to take the call in a place where the kids couldn’t hear me because we were going to surprise them with the puppy. He told me that the puppy that I was interested in was still available, but that he would need a deposit to hold it past the weekend. This conversation took place this past Wednesday. When I called back to arrange the deposit after speaking to my wife, I got his voicemail and left a message.

On Thursday morning, I left another message trying to arrange for a deposit on the puppy. Around noon, I received a call back from Jonas’s brother, Henry. He told me that Jonas was at work, but assured me that the puppy was still available. He also said that a deposit wouldn’t be necessary because he didn’t anticipate it being a problem to hold the puppy until this Saturday. Later that day, Jonas called me back and confirmed what Henry had said to me earlier. He told me that he would mark down that the puppy was being held for us.

My wife and I decided that it was going to be a logistical nightmare to keep this a secret from the kids because we needed supplies before bringing the puppy home. When my kids got home from school on Friday, we told them about the puppy. They nearly burst into tears of joy when they saw the puppy that bared their beloved grandmother’s name. When I told them that it was a gift from my mom, my daughter looked up to the ceiling with arms open wide and said…“Thank you, Mimi. I love you!”

With no time to spare, I took the kids to Petco (an hour away) to buy the necessary supplies for the puppy that would be ours by the weekend. My wife stayed home feverishly organizing and puppy-proofing the kitchen for our new arrival.

While I was out with the kids, Jonas called my house and left his address on the answering machine, because it is not listed on the Greenfield Puppies website. Jonas asked for a return phone call to confirm the time of our arrival.

I put his address into my GPS, and found that it would take us just over 3.5 hours to get from our house to 197 South Groffdale Rd in Leola, PA. I called him back from my cell phone and told him that we would arrive around noon on Saturday.

Exhausted from our day, I arrived back home with the kids at 8:15pm armed with everything that we would need to bring our new puppy home.

Customarily, our family has a hard time getting out of the house on time for one reason or another. However, we were out the door by 7:40am, excited to bring our new addition home. We gassed up the car, grabbed a quick breakfast for the road and were on our way with time to spare. This would give us the chance to grab a quick lunch before picking up the puppy for the 3.5-hour ride back home.

At 10:41am, my cell phone rang in the car. My wife answered it, and a look of despair washed over her face as she handed me the phone to speak to Jonas. He asked me if I got the message that he left at the house at 8am. I told him that we left before 8am to make sure that we arrived on time. He said that he called to tell me that the puppy was sold to people who got there before me. When I got infuriated with him, he told me that I should have still been home at 8am to get the call.

I was rightfully enraged and let him know it. Not only was it not his place to tell me what time to leave my house for a long trip, but he was the one at fault for making an agreement over the phone and then going back on his word. His empty apology was followed by him telling me about his “first come, first serve” policy. The fact that we had an agreement meant absolutely nothing to him.

He told me that there were other Cavachon breeders in the area and that I should contact Greenfield Puppies to see which ones had available puppies. The number that he gave to me did not work. Truth be told, I was only going to call it to complain about him, not give this broker another chance to disappoint my family with another bogus breeder.

My kids were understandably crying hysterically in the back seat of the car when we got the news that our puppy was gone. They couldn’t understand why someone would go back on their word like that. To make matters worse, we were 2.5 hours from home. Jonas offered no explanation as to why he didn’t call my cell phone earlier. He simply placed the blame on me for leaving too early.

Knowing what I know now, I am glad that we didn’t end up getting our puppy from this morally bankrupt “businessman.”

My wife and I took the opportunity to teach the kids a life lesson about how to treat people, but it did little to take away their feelings of betrayal and heartbreak.

As I said earlier, my goal in sharing this story is to enlighten others, not garner sympathy for my plight. If you believe that the public should be warned about people like Jonas Stoltzfus, please share this story on social media and ask your friends to do the same.

Thank you!

]]>https://waldo2010.wordpress.com/2014/03/03/empty-crate-empty-bed-broken-hearts/feed/5waldo2010Empty Crate Empty Bed Broken HeartsTop 20 Modern Hard Rock Love Songshttps://waldo2010.wordpress.com/2014/02/14/top-20-modern-hard-rock-love-songs/
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Celebrating Valentine’s Day with the Top 20 Modern Hard Rock Love Songs!

There was a time when every hard rock band had at least one song about love, and usually much more than that. Of course, the world was a different place back then. The classics will always have a place in the hearts of fans from past generations, but what about those who are looking to discover more modern hard rock love songs?

While hard rock love songs have become something of a lost art, there are still a number of them to be found if you know where to look.

On the first Valentine’s Day since the launch of the site, Hard Rock Daddy presents the Top 20 Modern Hard Rock Songs. All of the songs on this list were released in the 2000s. A song-by-song breakdown is listed below the playlist of songs, which can also be found on the Hard Rock Daddy Network (HRD’s YouTube channel).

Is it possible to be a double-digit favorite in the BCS Championship Game and also be disrespected? In the case of the Florida State Seminoles, the answer is a resounding YES!

The instant classic that took place in last night’s final BCS Championship Game will be remembered years from now for the 80-yard drive that Jameis Winston orchestrated with just over a minute left to play. Winston, the Hesiman Trophy quarterback, showed why he is considered the best player in college football. However, his off-the-field issues nearly derailed the Seminoles’ championship run. While Winston is clearly the MVP of the team, he is merely one of the reasons that Florida State earned their first national championship since 1999. He couldn’t have done it without the two game-changing plays that took place on special teams, or the defense that stiffened in the second half after struggling early on, or his offensive teammates for that matter.

Florida State was, quite simply, the best team in college football this year. With the exception of the game against Boston College and last night’s BCS Championship Game, they dominated every opponent. They went on the road and crushed Clemson when both teams were undefeated; the same Clemson team that defeated Ohio State in the Orange Bowl. They destroyed Duke in the ACC Championship Game; the same Duke team that nearly defeated Johnny Manziel and Texas A&M in the Chic-Fil-A Bowl.

Despite Florida State’s dominance throughout the year, there was talk of voters leapfrogging Ohio State over them into the BCS Championship Game if the Buckeyes won the Big Ten and Winston was unavailable to play. As insulting as that would have been, it would have been worse if, Florida State, an undefeated major conference team, was leapfrogged by a one-loss SEC team because of strength of schedule and the perception that all SEC teams are superior to the rest of the country.

Last night proved what a terrible injustice it would have been to the players who earned the right to play for a national championship. Maybe Florida State wouldn’t have won without Winston, but the rest of the team deserved the chance to find out.

Winston stepped up and played his best when it mattered most, and as the quarterback and leader of the team, he will get the lion’s share of the credit. However, without the contributions from special teams and defense, he never would have been in position to take his team down the field to win the game.

Football, at every level, is the ultimate team game. Individual players can make a huge difference, but they cannot win by themselves.

The praise that Winston is getting for his performance is well-deserved. To his credit, he always makes it a point to praise his teammates and coaches for their contributions.

Time has a way of glossing over the little things in life, especially when it comes to major sporting events. Winston’s game-winning drive will always be remembered by the masses, but Florida State fans won’t soon forget Jimbo Fisher’s gutsy, fake punt that turned the tide in the game. Nor will they forget Levonte Whitfield’s 100-yard kickoff return, P.J. Williams’ interception, the touchdown dive by Chad Abrams or the dramatic game-winning catch by Kelvin Benjamin.

Few among us will miss the BCS when college football finally starts its 4-team playoff next season. Thankfully, the BCS got this one right, and it was rewarded with a game for the ages that delighted all of the college football fans who had grown weary of SEC dominance. The SEC may have their streak of BCS Championships, but Florida State will be the last ones to ever hoist the crystal football. A deserving champion if ever there was one!

]]>https://waldo2010.wordpress.com/2014/01/07/bcs-champions-disrespected-florida-state-ends-sec-streak-in-dramatic-fashion/feed/0waldo2010Florida State BCS ChampionsRemembering the Sandy Hook Elementary School Victimshttps://waldo2010.wordpress.com/2013/12/14/remembering-the-sandy-hook-elementary-school-victims/
https://waldo2010.wordpress.com/2013/12/14/remembering-the-sandy-hook-elementary-school-victims/#respondSat, 14 Dec 2013 21:34:27 +0000http://waldo2010.wordpress.com/2013/12/14/remembering-the-sandy-hook-elementary-school-victims/Hard Rock Daddy: Hard Rock Daddy has evolved into much more “hard rock” than “daddy” since its launch in March of this year. However, on the 1-year anniversary of the tragedy that took place at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT, music is not what is on my mind. I woke…]]>

Hard Rock Daddy has evolved into much more “hard rock” than “daddy” since its launch in March of this year. However, on the 1-year anniversary of the tragedy that took place at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT, music is not what is on my mind.

I woke up this morning feeling a sense of despair knowing what today represents, but also a bit relieved that the anniversary of this senseless tragedy comes on a Saturday. I wouldn’t want to drop my kids off at school today, so I can only imagine what it would be like for the parents of the kids who go to Sandy Hook, particularly those who lost a child, but still have other kids in the school.

Some of my fondest childhood memories occurred between the chalk lines of the baseball diamond. For many years I have shared these memories with my son. Deep down, I always hoped that he would feel the same way about the game that defined my childhood. To this day, no matter what the situation, I still seem to find solace on the diamond.

For the first time ever, my son played fall baseball this year. It was the first football season that he has missed since he was five years old (see “Saying Goodbye to Pee Wee Football”). The transition out of football had its challenging moments, but ultimately, he embraced the change and made the best of things.

The last game of his season was supposed to be played on the day that my mom passed away (see “Dear Mom…”). Needless to say, my son never made it to the game as we spent that day shopping for clothes for my mom’s funeral. It was a heartbreaking moment as we drove past the field on the way home from the mall, and we saw all of his teammates warming up for the game. Thankfully, the league added another game as a bonus, so my son got one more chance to take the field on the day that he returned to school.

My expectations for the last game were virtually non-existent. Under the circumstances, I just wanted him to get through the game the best that he could. After sharing what my son had been through with the league director, he was slotted as the leadoff hitter for the home team. He stepped up to the plate in the first inning with the baseball bat that my mom gave for his last birthday, wearing the batting helmet and batting gloves that were also part of the gift. Always fearful of what could happen on the football field, my mom was overjoyed to buy him everything that he needed for baseball (her favorite sport).

He swung hard, but missed the first pitch. The second pitch was a ball. At that moment, I just hoped that he would be able to focus enough to put the ball into play. The last thing that he needed in his fragile state of mind was a strikeout. He drove the next pitch into the gap between the left and center fielders. From the bleachers, I yelled to go for two. When I saw how far out the ball was in the outfield, I yelled again for him to go all the way. The look on his face as he touched home plate for his first homerun ever is something that I will never forget. I ran to the dugout to give him a hug, congratulate him and tell him that he made Mimi very proud. He followed up his homerun with two hard-hit singles, the best day of hitting that he has experienced thus far.

For those few hours, my mind was focused on how proud I was of my son, and it temporarily eased the pain and sense of loss that I was feeling about my mom.

Over the weekend, the two of us spent a few hours together on the baseball field. He took his usual batting practice, and then pitched to me from behind a protective screen. As much as he enjoyed hitting, he seemed to take more pleasure in watching me drive the ball deep into the outfield. It was fun to relive my glory days, but more importantly, my son and I got a much needed respite from the overwhelming sadness that we’ve been feeling.

He has been trying to put on a brave face since my mom’s passing, but this morning, he finally confided in me that he was hurting badly. He can’t understand why his life has changed so drastically in such a short amount of time, how we went from a planned birthday celebration for my mom to a funeral in a matter of days. He so badly wants to tell Mimi about the homerun that he finally hit. I do too. We can only hope that she was watching with my dad.

The cold winter weather will arrive sooner than we would like, but until then, I plan on spending as much time as possible playing baseball with my son, and finding solace on the diamond.