My Father's Day gift this year is three tickets to the Toronto Blue Jays vs. Chicago Cubs at the ballpark formerly known as SkyDome. I honestly can't think of a better way to spend a day than at the diamond with the two greatest kids in the world watching my team and welcoming back Reeder.
I just delivered a super sappy speech to my kids, and here's the crux of it. I'm frighteningly blessed because every moment I spend with my son and daughter makes life considerably better. No matter what's happening in the world, one glance of either of them or one syllable from their lips cleans the slate and makes everything okay. They're genuinely sweet, considerate, thoughtful and fun and I'm left wondering what the hell I did so right.
This is my seventh Father's Day and each one has been better than the previous one. I'm the luckiest sonofabitch in the world. Go Jays Go!