I feel like I'm really pushing the fourth and fifth H's in HHHHHHH a lot lately, but the blog police haven't shut me down yet. This post's topic: listening to baseball games on the radio. Did you know that every commercial break on a baseball broadcast is 2 minutes long? If your local broadcasts are like ours and you listen to as much baseball as we do during the season, a nine-inning game can have 17-plus inning breaks (depending on who's winning in the ninth). That means hearing the same commercials over and over again.
In our house, we set a timer to 2 minutes and turn off the radio when the half-inning ends. It helps that our main kitchen timer can time four different things at once. So we can leave one of those four on 2 minutes and use it when the Pirates broadcast goes into yet another Bradenton tourism commercial. When on a roadtrip, I note the odometer at the beginning of the commercial break. When I've gone 2 miles (give or take), i turn the radio back on. Let's go Bucs!
The name of this blog is a political statement about fatherhood. Regardless of the progress toward gender equality that has occurred over the last several decades, one stereotype persists and may be getting worse: moms are good parents and dads are incompetent boobs who sometimes babysit. Poppycock, I say. Or an excuse for dads who would like to be viewed as numskulls so that they don't have to parent their kids. Dads are parents too, and I know some who are very good at it.
I'm neither a stay-at-home dad nor do I work full time. I work part time, and I'm the primary parent for the foreseeable future. The primary competent parent, I hope it is not presumptuous to say.
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