Smart play by my daughter

Yesterday, my wife Dorothy mentioned to my 3-year-old daughter that she needed some new Dodgers gear. Being a San Francisco Giants fan, I challenged that. I asked Tennysen if she wanted a Giants or Dodgers hat. She replied to something about being a princess instead. It reminds me of this scene from Kindergarten Cop (speaking of that movie, there’s an entire blog planned about how great this movie is).

Good call, young daughter. Good call.

I would love for my daughter to be a fan of the same sports teams that I am and share similar passions, but I know that won’t always be the case.

If anything, I’ll be lucky if she has enough interest to root against my teams, which in a way would be nice. Eventually though I don’t believe in pushing her one way or another. If she chooses to side with her mom, that’s fine. Dorothy needs some company, and I do love rivalries. If she chooses another team, that’s fine too. Anyway it’s a great rivalry and might provide more dinner topics.

I must say the Giants though have more interesting characters on their team right now, especially Hunter Pence. Besides can anybody in baseball beat the nickname for Gerald Dempsey “Buster” Posey? Unfortunately, the story behind the nickname is a tad bit disappointing.

For now, I can resort to watching Disney princess movies and Sophia The First with Tennysen, and singing “Let it go.” Actually, I enjoy watching them and there’s no rivalry created, except when I want to turn the channel to a sporting event or if she doesn’t like my singing rendition of a Disney song.

Spring training’s around the corner and I can’t wait. The Giants are on that every other year dynasty, and it appears they’re due up for another ring this year.

We do have spring training tickets to a Dodgers-Giants game this spring. I’m sure the only interest my daughter will have is what she’ll be eating. For me, that is just fine.

 

 

 

 

 

Here we go! Ole! Ole!

Well, hello! Some of you may recognize my name, C.J. Daft, from my writing days at The Daily Press in the High Desert of southern California (I bounced in early 2014 after nine and a half years) or more recently from my freelancing with the Los Angeles News Group. Or maybe to your disappointment, you got here by googling “Daft.” My bad!

I’ve decided to start writing a blog. While a lot of my past writing has centered around sports, this blog will not contain just sports observations. It’s an opportunity to share some of my observations and experiences I come across on a daily basis. That includes the challenges of parenting when lacking any experience of taking care of a small child or wanting to know (did you know…well I’ll save that for another post so that you might come back), as well as having a three-year-old child obsessed with princesses. For those of you don’t know, I’ve been married for four years to my lovely wife Dorothy and have an adorable 3-year-old daughter named Tennysen (and no the name didn’t come from the late poet for you scholarly folk, but that’s a story for a different day).

That's me on the left with my daughter Tennysen in the middle, my wife Dorothy, second from the right, and her youngest sister Lindsey photobombing and ruining a perfect photo. This was taken during the summer of 2014 at Dorthy's family reunion.
That’s me on the left with my daughter Tennysen in the middle, my wife Dorothy, second from the right, and her youngest sister Lindsey photobombing and ruining a perfect photo. This was taken during the summer of 2014 at Dorothy’s family reunion. Tennysen was 2 at the time, and I had more hair on top, I think.

Life is interesting, and this is as good of a spot to capture the silliness that is life. There might even be some attempts (poor at that) at fictional and poetry writing.

So sit back and stuff your face with popcorn. Hopefully there’s some type of entertainment value here that brings forth some type emotion, whether you stumbled upon this on accident or not.