If you want to know what’s wrong with our political system, look no further than last week’s runoff elections.
In the run-up to the World Cup, and during the first two weeks of the tournament itself, all we heard was how crazy Americans were about soccer — finally.
As the father of a young daughter, you have an awesome responsibility: Your little girl will form her initial judgments about men from watching you.
Watching LeBron James play in the recent NBA playoffs reminded me of myself. OK, maybe I ought to clarify that last statement a little bit.
The things I’ve done wrong as a parent could probably fill up several columns, and maybe a police report or two. (Note to DFACS: Just kidding. No need to add to your 3,000-case backlog on my account.)
I’m not quite as old as Don Sutton, but I did enjoy playing multiple sports when I was a kid. The idea of specializing in one and training for it year round would have seemed absurd. For the most part, we didn’t even have organized teams, except for little league baseball, until we were in junior high.
I’ve been a father for just over half my life — definitely the better half. Before kids, I was pretty self-absorbed. After my first child was born, the word “absorb” took on a whole new meaning.
Whoever said “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” was obviously never married. Because being married means having to say you’re sorry all the time, even when you’re not.
Sometimes you just have to show your love by serving your spouse, whether your efforts are reciprocated or not. That’s kind of what love means.
In other words, most people believe that commitment follows love. But one of the secrets to a long and happy marriage is understanding that, in reality, true love follows undying commitment.
Most of us are familiar with the old saying, “opposites attract,” as well as its corollary: “But likes stay together.”
I have been married for 31 years. And if that’s due mostly to the grace of God and that fact that my wife is a saint, I’m sure many of you guys can relate.
Watching the Bundy situation unfold, I can’t help but conclude that it’s an allegory for modern-day America. In this morality tale, “federal land” represents the entire country — and we’re the cows, blissfully munching on government grass, until some bureaucrat decides we shouldn’t be allowed and sends in the assault teams and the backhoe.
I really do like Facebook. I just don’t like like it.
I’ve always believed that, if we ever want to reform Washington, we have to end automatic withholding. If every family in America had to write a check to the federal government every April, 90 percent of the nonsense going on in the nation’s capital would end overnight.