The Kid and I: WWE Live Event

Not often you get to check off an item on the parenting bucket list. But that happened this past Sunday. The kid and I went to our first WWE Live Event at the Honda Center in Anaheim.

It’s one of those moments when you pass on the love of wrestling to your kid. She has a vague notion that maybe the sport is fake, but she has favorites (Sheamus and Bayley) and she cheers for the good guys and jeers the bad guys.

There’s nothing like seeing your kid get made at Enzo Amore because he made fun of Anaheim–The city her cousin lives in. She got even more angry at the Shield for beating Sheamus, Cesaro and Samoa Joe. She wished she could hug Bayley.

The event itself was fun. They were just matches. No commentary. No lame backstage vignettes. Just plain matches. Also, the stars get to interact with the fans longer. While leaving the right, Asuka and Bayley spent a considerable amount of time taking selfies with fans.

Best Matches – Asuka vs. Alicia Fox – Enzo Amore vs. Kalisto

Stealthies from Comic-Con

As much as I love meeting famous people, the introvert in me prevents me from just going up and getting a photo with them. So I created the “Stealthy” or the Stealth-Selfie. Yeah, pretty stupid but what-cha-gonna-do?

Here are my WWE/Comic Con Stealthies:

Me with Zach Ryder and Corey Graves

Thursday must have been WWE day. This is me with my friends Zach Ryder and Corey Graves. Think this is awesome? This one is me and newly crowned WWE Smackdown Women’s Champion Becky Lynch.

Me and Becky Lynch

You wouldn’t believe how hot Becky Lynch is in person. Whew!!!

GameStop Expo 2014: Meeting Seth Rollins

I’ve already established that I’m an severe introvert. It makes doing press stuff a little difficult. When it comes to meeting celebrities, I’m not the type to go up and introduce myself. So I went the safe route and just got in line to meet WWE’s Seth Rollins. Yes, Mr. Money-In-the-Bank himself. It was easy. Stand in line. Ask for photo and take autograph. He was there to promote WWE 2K15. 

Diary of a Bad Dad

This post is going to be an ongoing series about my thoughts on Fatherhood. The title comes from years of being labeled a bad dad by people in my life. People, whose opinion I care very little, and who for the most part a fellow Christians like myself.

As a middle child, I’m a pleaser by nature. I want everybody to like me. Now that I’m 47, I just don’t have the energy or will power to make people like me anymore. As trite as it sounds, the only opinion about my parenting style, that I care about is God and my daughter.

My daughter turns seven next month and already I’m a proud father. There are things I’ve intentionally instilled in her and things that shielded from her.

My Little Geek

The fight for childhood interests was a touchy subject for a while. My wife was at first able to get her into Disney Princesses and My Little Pony. But over time, my geek side has slowly crept into the mix. The two of us have seen Marvel’s Avengers seven times in the theaters and countless times at home. As of late, she’s brave enough to see Guardians of the Galaxy, and we’re just about ready to see it again.

What about my passion for wrestling? She expresses a desire to go to a WWE event with me, and her favorite wrestler is Sheamus. I don’t know why, but I’ll take it. She also thinks Stephanie McMahon is pretty.

My Social Butterfly

It’s well-documented that I’m an extreme introvert. My daughter is the exact opposite. She’s outgoing and friendly. She’s managed to make friends with our next door neighbors, get along with the kids at church and befriended even the kids of my friends.

Does Not Know Judgment

I’ll just get right to it. I have gay friends. I know gay couples. These gay couples have children. My daughter doesn’t care about the spiritual and moral ramifications of the gay lifestyle. She just sees two people who love each other and are raising their kids the best anyone can.

Honestly, it’s more important that my kid recognizes good and bad parents more than gay and straight parents. It would kill me if my daughter told a classmate his/her gay parents are sinners and refused to be friends with their child. That’s not the God; I want her to believe in.