Because my buddy at OneYearinNewYorkCity summarized his weekend, I guess I should quickly do so as well.
- Saw fireworks and lots of it on the 4th of July. Hung out with Melvin and the family, and thanks to them, found an awesome vantage point in Brooklyn Heights. Although it started drizzling some and my shoulders ached under the weight of my man-child of a son, Jaden, it was a good night. During the day we had a picnic at Central Park, and earlier in the day saw the film, WALL-E. Great stuff.
- Following day the weather was a bit uncooperative for any plans outdoors, so I took man-child to the Children’s Museum of Manhattan. It was a great bonding time between father and son. Afterwards, the Kim family ate a good meal and headed off to Long Island City for some rooftop wiffleball, indoor appetizers and Catchphrase with some good pals.
- Sunday was hopping over to some good churchin’ and then lunch with the Philips … which quickly grew to a lunch with 10 other people. I was especially thankful to spend some time with my pals, Ho-Dog and KW. Then not wanting to see my weekend end, I took Jaden to the playground with his “uncle” Tony, where the man-child ran amok while Tony and I shot some hoops.
- Some really interesting stuff:
o Apparently, I missed one of the greatest Wimbledon matches ever. At least I saw Papelbon give up a game-winning hit to unknown rookie, Brett Gardner. Ironic that he was first drafted by the Red Sox in 2005.
o On Sunday, while I was at the playground with man-child and “uncle” Tony, I ended up stopping a fight between two teenagers. I didn’t notice the fight until I heard a few kids yelling in the direction of the fight. Not sure if it was my newfound daddy powers or my disdain for seeing teenagers pummel each other’s face, but I ran over to the skirmish and yelled at them to stop. They both stopped for like five seconds and gave me a look that said, “Get lost you old fart.” Then they began swinging their fists in each other’s direction. I quickly grabbed the backpack that one of the kids was still wearing, and then pulled/pushed them apart. Not knowing how to stop a fight without sounding like an old principal, I went all Chuck Norris on them. This is what came out of my mouth: “I have a little son playing over there, so you can’t fight here. This is a public center. If you continue to fight, I swear, I’m going to take both of you out.” Then they both walked away in opposite directions. Somewhere Norris just took a break from making one of his ubiquitous commercials and gave me a fist pump.
