Let me get this off my chest. Thursday (aka Survivor night) sucks. It’s because the world (at least our great country) comes to a stand still for this friggin show, Survivor. In case you’re thicker than a brick wall and haven’t figured it out yet, I loathe “reality” T.V. Especially Survivor. The only “reality” show I despise more is The Real World. Let me explain. I understand that these shows are only entertainment, however, ” outwit, outlast, outplay” or whatever the phrase is, only translates to lie, cheat and steal better than the other lowlifes on the show with you. Oh, and let’s reward and celebrate that wonderful individual. A charade of an attempt to replicate “The Lord of the Flies” without the social redemption. Oh, and let’s move on to “The Real World”. HHHMMmmm, I get to live with a bunch of winey, mopey co-eds in the hippest zip codes and not be GAINFULLY employed, hook up with hot people, and get to bitch about how lousy my life is and what a scumbag my roommate is. Yeah, that sounds like the real world. Don’t jump to conclusions, because you’re wrong. I’m not bitter, I just have a hard time choking down prime time television.

This is something that just tourqued me off today. My kids attend a magnet school that is around a mile from our neighborhood, which means bus service is limited. Around 80% of the students are picked up in a car line by their parents, which include my kids. Today, I picked the kids up in my commuter car which does not have a piece of yellow paper with my last name on it, provided by the school. So after waiting in line, and having my kids run next to my car yelling “Daddy, Daddy” as I pulled forward, some assclown that I have never seen, would not let my kids get in the car because I did have the sign. It’s for “security.” So I have to go inside and show an I.D. and get a sign, “for security”. Someone explain to me how giving your name to someone is security? All they do is look at the sign and call your name out on a bullhorn to expedite the car line. Security my ass!

I’m a 36 year old happily married father of three. We live in the Sunshine State on the Gulf Coast of Florida. I’ll assume like most dads I spend most of my time working and with my children and staying out of trouble with the wife. I’m a sports junkie and love my Tampa Bay Lightning (season ticket holder) and Tampa Bay Buccaneers (too damn hot and too many beligerent drunks to go to games.) Our whole household enjoys watching the Bucs on T.V., while the hockey passion is mostly limited to my son and I, although my wife does have a passion for Brad Richards (#19, her “boyfriend”) and Vincent Lecavalier (#4.) My son (7 years old), started playing ice hockey eight months ago. Hockey in Florida is tough to play naturally, because it’s 90 degrees 9 months out of the year, so we make a 90 mile round trip to the ice. But we love it!