Taylor Swift And One Hundred Angry Clydesdales...
This past Saturday night I took one for the team. What team you ask? I have no fucking clue what team. But I took one for them. Sometimes I feel like I'm a shitty Dad. I usually feel this way when I come home late from work or I'm preoccupied with something. Then there are times when I feel like an awesome Dad. It's always because of some little thing; like making my daughters laugh or giving them piggy back rides. Then there are times when I pretty much invent new heights unto which I can soar above all other parents because of how unique my approach to fatherhood can be. Saturday night was one of those times. May 15, 2010 - Nassau Coliseum, Taylor Swift Concert Out-Numbered - Hey bud. You hungry? 7 Year Old - No. Let's just get into the concert already. Out-Numbered - Dude. Chill out. Taylor Swift doesn't go on for another hour and a half. 7 Year Old - How do you know? Out-Numbered - Because Kellie Pickler has to go on before her. 7 Year Old - Who is Kellie ...