“You can’t always get what you want.” – Rolling Stones
“Two out of three ain’t bad.” – Meatloaf
Sometimes when you least expect it, the stars sort of align themselves and you really do get what you want. Mostly.
With Father’s Day coming this weekend, dads across the country will wake up Sunday to gifts of ties, power tools, grills, golf balls, shaving supplies, wallets, etc. Though to be honest, I wouldn’t want any of that.
Yet as I sit here now and think about the things that would make my own Father’s Day the best ever – items #2, #3, and #4 on that list seem to be a done deal and well, that’s pretty cool.
Number 4: Wings
Just about anytime I’m asked by anyone, on any occasion, where I’d like to go out to eat, even before the question has fully left their lips, I’m already blurting out Hooters! I make no apologies. Their wings are awesome and I like hot wings.
I know, I know. You’re probably thinking that I go there just for the waitresses. No, I don’t. And here’s why.
One, the quality of the waitresses seems to have gone down the proverbial crapper in recent years and I’m not sure why. If you’re looking for hot chicks to bring you food, go to the Tilted Kilt. And two, I really do like the wings.
Number 3: Hockey
It’s kind of surprising that this actually drops to Number #3 on the list, but I’ll be off to the United Center for Game #2 of the Stanley Cup Finals between the Blackhawks and the Bruins. Better yet: the tickets are free!
I could’ve died happy three years ago knowing that I got see the Blackhawks play in a Stanley Cup Finals game when I went to Game #5 against the Flyers. Now? I’ll die just a little bit happier, I guess.
Number 2: Mud, Sweat, and Beer
The last two Father’s Day Weekends I’ve ran the Warrior Dash. Granted, most dads would probably want to sit back and relax on “their” holiday, but trust me on this: it’s fun sliding into a pool of dirty water or climbing up the Great Warrior Wall or the anticipation of a cold beer while being hosed off by a water-truck after a emerging from a thick mud-pit.
The Warrior Dash might not be for everybody, but I love it. With the nasty weather in Nebraska last weekend, it wasn’t as fun as usual, but it was still a challenge, a great excuse to dress up as a Dr. Suess character and conquer the battleground with my favorite cousin. How many of you can say you’ve done the same thing?
Thus, my Father’s Day can be summed up in five words: mud, sweat, beer, Hooters, and hockey – though not necessarily in that order.
And I’ve got two awesome little guys to thank for all of this, for without them, Fathers Day would just be, well, Sunday.
Your cup runneth over. Hope I am here to hear about the first time you take the twins to Hooter’s for wings? Ya gotta break ’em into the finer things in life sometime.
They’ve been to Hooters although I don’t recall if they’ve had the wings (though Son #1 seems to have a fondness for the fried pickles.)