Here was my day Tuesday:
Get up at 3:30AM, me and the wife dump the kids in the car (ages 2 and 6), drive an hour to the airport, fly an hour to Teterboro, NJ (my father-in-law has a private plane and graciously let us hop a ride), take the transit bus (I’m carrying a kid AND a stroller) to Port Authority, walk to Central Park, play for a couple hours till the Museum of Natural History opens at 10AM, walk around the museum for four hours, walk back to the park and let the kids run around, and then do the bus/plane/drive home, where we arrived at 9:30PM with two unconscious little people.
All in all, it went about as well as you could expect. Which is to say, no one lost any limbs, there was only minimal screaming, and I’m still married.
I mention all this because instead of dropping face first into bed last night, I stayed up to watch the first episode of Hard Knocks. In general, it was compelling — HBO has mastered the art of training-camp storytelling even if there’s isn’t much of a story to tell during the first few days of practice.
One such compelling story will no doubt be James Harrison, who seems every bit as crazy as we all suspected. And he apparently hates the HBO cameras following him everywhere.
* GIF via KSK
I’ll miss Deebo in Pittsburgh.