At the airport in Denver, awaiting my fight back to D.C. I arrived early, to allow an hour or so for cold beer and football before take off.
Saturday morning, I met my niece at the Denver Museum of Science and Shit (actual name). We looked a stuff. It was sort of like my typical Saturday. Without the gambling. And the football. And beer. She's a good kid, so it was sort of fun.
After the museum, it was off to my brothers place to meet my other niece:
Um. Call me in a year or so when she learns some tricks . . .
After an afternoon at the park, dinner, legos and blocks, I retreated back to the Westin, and ventured out on the town for a few beers and to watch the end of the late games. I played three college Fanduels . . . $25 total investment. By the time I got back to the city, I was first in one tournament and 17th and 7th in the other two . . . each with well over 1,000 runners. Heading in to the 4th quarter of the late games, I was cashing for $1,850 . . . Once the Cal game went final (and Daniel Lasko's night came to an end), I was in the clear. I started the day with .55 cents left in my account, and closed with just under 2 grand . . . .
This morning (Sunday), I went back out to visit the family . . . more legos . . . more blocks . . . another trip to the park. No football. None.
My take on kids -- if you are lucky, they are happy . . . in a good mood. You spend your day supervising . . . performing trivial tasks (putting on shoes . . . getting drinks of water . . . preparing snacks) . . . watching them have fun . . . pretending that the leaves on the ground, or some random fucken rock, is worthy of prolonged discussion. If you are unlucky, you spend your day listening to a kid whine . . . trying to get them to act civilized . . . doling out discipline . . . Under neither scenario do you get to do anything that you actually would like to do. And, in 20 years, if all goes well - best case scenario -- you produced a productive member of society . . . What am I missing?