I remember when I would pray that the best card in my packs didn’t have wax or gum stains…… my my my how the times have changed.

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Gallery  —  Posted: September 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

Ever met a dad that wasn’t pumped when their son finally starts using the potty?

If we met yesterday I was pumped up full of high fives and potty runs.

This last week my 3yr old son finally realized that arguing to wear his own pee or number 2 was a shitty argument

We had been trying every potty, toilet seat, undies whatever we tried it. I can’t tell ya how many times we googled and watched YouTube videos on potty training.

Finally one morning this week insteada just replacing the nights slept in diaper with a fresh one I said no more dipes lets do the potty today he said ok and he’s been a champ.

He’s slept thru the night in his big boy boxer briefs without an overnight spill every night this week.

Being a lil boy and going pee on your own you discover body parts and uses you never really knew about.

This morning while my son and I are checking the mail, both pretty happy and pumped up over the new success with the potty, I’m enjoying the sunshine, glazing off admiring the sky thinkin wow this is a beautiful day

WHAT!!! theres my son on the bottom stair of the front porch pajama pants and undies around his ankles, I thought he was doing a naked hula dance


He’s just looking at me dancing away and says I gotta pee I gotta pee.

He has been waitin until he couldn’t hold it anymore, I think he’s still getting comfortable with all the newness of life without diapers

We quickly got his pjs back up around his waste and the car full of elderly women that were in traffic backed up from the red light at the corner no longer had to watch the hula dancing

I can’t put into words how proud I am of my son for the almost spill proof transition he’s made, nor can I describe how embarrassing it was that I was standing there zoned out, gazing into space while he’s giving a car full of women a chip & dale show.

We ended up making it back in the house in time to release the valves in the proper manner, still working on aiming and making the transition to the toilet with his toddler seat insteada the stand alone.

For us the toilet in the bathroom was to big for our son, he just wasnt comfortable on it. It didnt matter what step stool or seat he wouldn’t get on it.

With the stand alone he’s able to sit and not worry about keeping his balance or holding on, he’s able to focus on the doody at hand.

Just another embarrassing proud daddy moment


With today’s economy who isn’t trying to pinch a penny here and there?

Are you a baseball fan? Are you a family that loves a good family outing that isn’t gonna break the bank?

The Brockton Rox is the place to be!!

The stadium is pretty modern there isn’t a bad seat in the house. Unlike Fenway you don’t have to worry about sitting behind a pilar or being in the bleachers with a rowdy crowd.

The first thing that really amazed me about The Rox was the pricing, seats are $5 $8 and $12 and honestly I think the $5 seats are far and away the best seats, I’m a big foul ball fan.

After you spend $20 for a family of 4 to get in the park I’d head over to the snack shack and grab a couple chicken & fries boats. You get a big pile of fries and 4 big chicken tenders for a very reasonable $6. We bought a boat and extra order of fries and between the 2 of us we couldn’t finish them.

I was lucky and Dom refused to get a souvenir but I did poke around and like the tickets and food the prices were great.

Being an avid sports card collector I couldn’t resist buying The Rox team set for $2, you can’t even buy a low end pack of cards for $2 anymore.

Maybe the best attraction is Kids Zone, again the prices are better then reasonable, there’s 2 bounce houses an obstacle course and face painting. I have to say your a fool if you don’t buy the $8 bracelet. It gives the kids unlimited time in the play area, otherwise it’s a buck for each bounce or face paint. Really either way it’s a deal.

I hate to do it but there is a negative to the kids zone, you can’t see the game, but you can hear it being called.

I have 3 boys and I’ve been taking em to ball games since my 15 yr old was a yr, his first game was opening day to see Pedro pitch in 99 or 2000. We’ve been to Fenway Pawtucket Lowell and Brockton for The Rox and if I had to choose I’d pick The Brockton Rox every time.

The park is great, food is good, prices can’t be beat and there’s plenty to do for the whole family


Being a daddy I cant help but think of all the amazing things Aaron Hernandez may end up missing out on if he is convicted of murdering Odin Lloyd.

I love being on the sidelines of my sons football games, I remember my son Zach scoring his first touchdown ever and running the 83 yards along side him as he cut to the right sideline and sprinted the length of the field in Woburn Ma.

I have been in jail before, be it a short time, I couldnt help crying myslef to sleep at night missing my family and thinking damn if I hadn’t done that or if I had only done this insteada what I got locked up for.

Boy do I feel foolish… I am not ashamed to say it…

I was one who thought the best case scenario not even a doubt in my mind

“Aaron Hernandez was innocent of murder”

I said those words over and over. I work with the public daily. Ages 8 days old to 108 yrs old and there wasnt one person not talking about the horrible way Odin Lloyd was brutally taken from his loved ones, his team and from all the folks who never got to meet him.

C’mon… Who really thought we would be living this horror? Movies aren’t even this twisted and ongoing.

I’m waiting to hear about some murder from when Aaron Hernandez was an adolescent because it really seams that everytime you look into his past there’s some near death shooting or even worse double homicide

I can understand Hernandez having a lustful admiration for firearms.

I did as well, and if you kno anything about me you kno that a single gunshot to the head took my pops when I was 16 yrs old.

Like this Odin Lloyd murder there was so many what when & how’s about my dads death, I wasn’t there so I will probably never kno.

For now I have the truth the whole and nothing but half the truth, that’s a whole nother story for another time.

What I was trying to get at is its not unusual for young men to be fascinated with guns, one thing that should be taught to anyone interested in guns is respect.

Unfortunately some people are unable to do something’s that are easy for some and those same people are capable of things you wouldn’t and couldn’t dream of.

Aaron Hernandez is one of those people, I now truly believe he’s unable to respect anything or anyone, and he’s proven he’s capable of things nobody woulda or coulda dreamed of.

Something else I can identify with is being so angry and full of rage that if not for being restrained like a dog I quite possibly coulda taken another mans life.

Try losing your pops & having your sweet lil sister meet a guy kinda like who you were at that age. Anything becomes possible.

That’s a whole nother story for another time as well.

I have seen split decisions change people and people’s life’s forever.

I’ve seen people decide to sit at a certain place get hit and never be the same.

I’ve seen a buddy stomped to the point he couldn’t respond or protect himself anymore, ended up alive with plates protecting his brain, had to learn to walk talk all that

I’ve seen people change their lives with one decision and end up living in castles overlooking water happily ever after

Your home is your castle, think about

Very rarely do you see somebody come from humble beginnings struggle thru the hard times, shine when all the lights were on them make it to the big time only to self destruct

Yes it happens but not usually to the degree I am witnessing and not usually in the manner.

I don’t think any athlete has been connected to as many bad stories and such deeply saddening stories ever and it’ll probably never happen again.

Imagine being so cocky & delusional that you become criminally insane??

That’s the only way I can explain planning out a murder getting a group together and executing the murder.

I’m not saying somebody should be able to plead out as criminally insane and get away with murder, I think that you crack your gonna probably crack again so why not lock em up, if not forever then forever and a day.

Think about it when’s the last time you did something risky? Really pushed things to the edge? Maybe to the point of life and death? Something that had your blood pumpin heart racing? When it was over you couldn’t believe you did it, you risked it all and walked away on top?

Maybe I can do that again

I think that mindset becomes that in a killer, I think once ya kill you can do it again with less fear maybe even on impulse

I’ve seen lotta good and lotta crazy along with a heck of a lotta sad and this story about Odin and Aaron keeps getting crazier I don’t think it can get any sadder.

What’s worse then the loss of a loved one?

Now maybe some way, some how, this bad horror will help somebody along the way to change their life or lives and live in that castle overlooking water, to many end in a casket and all to many are putting themselves in cell blocks.

They say it usually takes an earth shattering event to change something forever.

I can attest to it, the vision of my dad with a hole in is head changed me and my life forever

I realized I was either gonna be dead or in prison forever like my dad so thru trials tribulations error blood sweat & tears I become a productive member of society.

Wouldn’t change it for a thing

Aside  —  Posted: July 1, 2013 in Crime, family, news, sports, Uncategorized


Forgive me if I sound ignorant but I’ve heard this story before, not always the same name & not always the same victims defendants witnesses or FACTS!!

Aaron Hernandez of the New England Patriots connected to North Attleboro homicide case.

I couldn’t help but think of Ray Lewis. Many wrote Ray off, I can’t tell you how many times I heard “that motherfucker is guilty” he was fully convicted by many in the public way before the “justice system” even had all the facts in front of them.

By no means am I saying Ray & Aaron are the same story but there’s just no way I’m jumping to guilty as I last heard & knew the American way is innocent till proven guilty.

Yes yes things don’t look good for Hernandez if what the media has shared is true.

1) dead guy found close by Aaron’s home

2) 2013 Chevy SUV rented under Aaron’s name somehow linked to dead guy

3) Hernandez sought for questioning but not named suspect

4) search warrant executed at his North Attleboro home

5) local news outlet CBS reports Hernandez not working with cops I translate that to he is covering his ass speaking with a lawyer.

6) day after all above unfolds civil suit exposed, stating Aaron shot another guy in the face with illegal firearm

7) police return to Aaron Hernandez’ North Attleboro home and find out he’s left his home

8) suddenly a number of NFL teams are speaking out about the off the field concerns they had and even throwing the G word around. He had gang ties, WOW big news.

Here’s what I say could have happened, none of my hypothetical story is true.

There’s no way to deny that Aaron Hernandez is connected some way to this unfortunate situation

Could it simply be that the 2013 Chevy suburban rented in his name was being driven by one of his close friends?

Could that close friend maybe even family member still have ties to some street stuff?

It’s really not uncommon for athletes that sign a 40 million dollar contract extension to take care of friends & family that have stuck by their sides. The close ones, the ones that were there thru thick and thin, they road with ya when there wasnt a thing to ride for.

Could it be that the shooting of a man in the face in florida was just as innocent as Vice President Dicky buck shotting a guy in the face?

Yeah I heard Hernandez didn’t have a license for the firearm, could the accuser Bradley have been the one who’s gun it was and he let Aaron handled the weapon and during being careless the weapon went off?

I’ve heard of so many people being in the wrong place at the wrong time or knowing the wrong people at the wrong time.

Just look back at history and how many great famous people who made it outta the gutter get drawn into things their friends and family did only to be found innocent Puffy Snoop Jay Z Ray Lewis the list goes on.

Before you go convicting a great guy on what is released & fabricated by the media think about the possibilities

Yes I’m well aware that this story is highly unlikely but so are the chances a guy who helps the community and makes millions of dollars a year would commit murder

Update June 20, 2013 @ 3:15pm

More info has been released regarding the Chevy rented in Hernadez name. Word from neighbors of the victim is it was towed from his Dorchester home the day after his body was found & that he had been driving it during the last week.

There’s also been reports that Aaron’s home security system recently was broken, along with the phone turned over to police by his attorney.

There’s also been reports that this murder is stemming from marijuana.

No matter what I hear from the media I say Aaron Hernandez is innocent and so does our justice system



Being a die hard RedSox fan and Native American I’ve always rooted for Ellsbury, he’s proven time and time again that he’s able to take ball games over.

I’ve found it harder and harder to continue to cheer for a guy who year in year out is sidelined by injury.

Ill argue the 2014 Boston RedSox Roster will not include Ellsbury’s speed and glove.

The question for the 2013 roster is do they trade jacoby or ride out this season and try and talk down the price of what I consider MLB fine china.

Known to be stunning even amazing yet must be cared for and handled with extreme caution while requiring a premium price, many would say both Ellsbury and premium fine china are both over priced as well.

Jacoby Ellsbury also has an agent who’s got a proven track record for getting his clients the most money available, some have chose the money over a championship.

I dunno, for me when your making millions to play a game you supposedly love I’d play for a contender at a discount any day over playing for a perennial loser for a record breaking contract.

It’s no secret the Sox have some great prospects, there’s some lively ball players from single A all the way up to Yawkey Way.

I’m willing to bet that with the recent groin injury suffered, if Jackie Bradley Jr can start swinging a hot bat and Jose Iglesias continues to play a decent hot corner we could witness a few home grown Sox players shipping outta Boston for a strong veteran pitcher.

Will it be a couple farm hands or will it be bigger named home grown stars like Jacoby Ellsbury and Will Middlebrooks?

As the old battle for first place goes on so will the battle of what’s the next best move for the next World Series championship in Boston….


Its memorial day wknd and I often find myself out at a friends cookout or even having my own, not this wknd. I’m celebrating by staying home with my sons and being the best daddy I know how to be.

As the 2 of them play video games and I am left to myself I am thinking back on a special cookout, the last time I spent a fun day with my dad, it was simply amazing.

My dad had left for work one morning roughly 5 yrs prior and it had been yrs of unanswered questions and tons of what ifs. I hadn’t heard a word for yrs, no birthday wishes no merry Christmas nothing at all. I’m not sure the exact day but as I was heading out to probably do nothing good with some buddies my mother was on the phone and said your dad would like to speak with you…….

How did he get our new number? We had moved quite a few times traveling from New Hampshire back down to the Boston area. What could he want to talk to me about?

Damn it doesn’t really matter, he called and he wants to talk to me, finally.

Full of excitement, but being a 16 yr old self proclaimed tough guy, I couldn’t let the excitement show.

We spoke for a few quick moments before he asked me

“how come I haven’t got a fathers day card or birthday card”

WHAT!!!!! are you kidding me was my thoughts and my response was I didn’t know where to send it dad, but as he harped on me further for not making him feel wanted I lost control and asked him

“why did you leave me, my sister and mom with nothing”

“why did you hit my mom”

“where is my birthday cards xmas cards”

and his reply was he had a .380 slug with my name on it… little did he know I wasn’t the little kid he walked out on yrs earlier and I went into my bedroom and dry fired the revolver I had into the phone telling him stick the slug up your ass that’s a 32 with your name all over it and I hung up on him.

Boy did I feel good, my father had been the meanest man I ever met and with the blink of an eye he would become the nicest. Being so fearful of him my entire life I had never really stood up to him or spoke to him in that manner.

I had good reason to be fearful of him. He had hit me 4 times in my life, once he beat me in the legs to the point I couldn’t go to school the next day, another time I had stolen a belt in the 2nd grade from a classmate and got caught he whipped me with a belt so much and so hard I didn’t wear a belt for almost 20 yrs. The worst was when I told my nana to make her own toast when she was drunk, he beat me to the point that I actually shit my pants. We lived in an apartment building and I later found out the neighbor thought I was gonna come thru the wall as he tossed me off the walls and kicked me with his steeled toe boots. A friend of mine had been spending the wknd and witnessed this beating and was to frightened to leave his house once he went home for a few days.

So as you may imagine telling my father off and dry firing that 32 revolver was a great moment for m. What made it even sweeter for me was when he called back and I refused to take the phone. My mom, not knowing the convo or that I had the pistol, told me he is crying, you really upset him he wants to talk to you. I never did take the phone and later found out his reason for calling was he was coming back. I also found out he made his way far west all the way to Arizona. He was not calling to say he was coming back to see me or my sister he was coming back to help his buddy pack up and move out to Arizona.

Later that week after the phone call I was asked if I wanted to go Logan Airport to pick him up with is buddy, I couldn’t answer that, I wasn’t sure what it would be like to see him. Would we hug would we fight, so I told him I’m not sure, all the while in the back of my mind I knew I would go.

I remember standing on the corner of grove st and main st waiting for Doug to pick me up to go and pick up my father and I was a mess still not sure if I wanted to hug my dad or beat him.

The second I seen him walk outta the gate we ran to each other and embraced each other in the biggest hug and told each other we loved one another, the phone call was never brought up, turns out we were both really good at ignoring the past. I had no idea this would be the first day of the best and worst week of my life.

Doug was a contractor and it was going to be a week before he and my dad were packed and hitting the road, he had a few small jobs to finish up before he hit the road. It was awesome working side by side with my dad, hanging out daily with him. I was finally building the relationship I had dreamed of, we were best friends for the that week.

It was April 17th and we were heading up to New Hampshire for a cookout, I was driving up in the Cadillac with my dad cousin and my dads buddy, not Doug. We were talking about guy stuff and life problems when a pit stop was made in Lawrence for a “package”n my dad being in passengers seat was the cutting the lines up and asked if anyone in the back wanted one OF COURSE is what I yelled out, my cousin said no. We drove to the cookout and had a great day. When it was time to leave my mother who drove up with a couple friends had drank to much so it was decided I would drive home, mom dad cousin and I hit the road and my mom started puking all over the place in the back seat so my father said pull over so we can take care of her.

This is where my best week with my dad quickly started to become the worst…..

After getting my mom under control and cleaned up my father says I will drive from here, ok I’m thinking its getting late and I only have my permit. Nobody but him knew what his intentions were, he had no plan of driving us home so my mom could sleep this horrible drunk off, she never drank so seeing her so drunk was kinda funny but also shocking.

My father began driving to local bars looking for the woman he left us for, from one local dive to another from city to city until he found her. We were sitting in the car on a may street in Newburyport for a good 30 minutes until I built enough nerve to go inside and see what the hell he was doing, that’s when i walked in and seen him practically having sex with this lady in the middle of the bar, I hit him twice in the ribs and he didn’t respond, being full of rage I went outside and said mom that’s it hes in there with Kathy we are outta here, my mother being sick puking still begged me to park the car in a parking lot across the street in an apartment building to give her time to be able to get it together enough to drive us home, which was about a 35 minute ride from Newburyport to Melrose.

I did pull the car into to parking lot and we sat for nearly an hour until I finally got her to ok me to drive home. Instead of pulling outta the parking lot directly in front of the bar I drove around a couple buildings and out another exit, as we drove about a quarter mile down the road I noticed my father walking down the left side as we approached my mother asked me actually told me to stop and pick him up, not for any other reason but to drive due to the fact she was to intoxicated to drive and it was pretty late now and I hadn’t ever driven on the highway. I refused I chose to beep and flip him the bird and head home leaving him stranded.

The next day I was heading to Rhode Island for a few days with a buddy, I didn’t have a beeper, he didn’t have a house phone and the average person didn’t have a cell phone. As we left Melrose I got this horrible feeling and I asked my buddy Bobby to drive thru Malden by Doug’s house where I figured my dad probably ended up after I left him on the side of the road in Newburyport.

As we approached the dead end street Doug lived on I seen an ambulance speed off with police vehicles all over the place and the street was taped off with the yellow crime scene tape. I knew instantly some how I just felt in my gut. I jumped outta the car and ran over to Doug’s house which had police all around it, I seen a guy Joe and asked him wheres my dad, he grinned and said “your dad had a tough day today” then giggled I hit him as hard as I think I have ever hit anything. As the cops started to grab me Doug appeared and said no no its ok that’s Bob’s son then an officer had my dads ring on a pencil and showed it tome as if to give it to and said was this your dads as I went to take it he pulled it back and said this is evidence.

As I collected myself and was finally told it was my father in the ambulance that had just sped away as I pulled up I told my buddy Bob lets go to Malden hospital. i was in such a disarray I forgot how to get to the hospital which was just blocks away.

As I walked in the hospital I was shown to my dads bed and what I seen nobody should ever see their parents in that state, nobody should see any human like that. I screamed out DAD!!!!!!!!!! and that’s when he gurgled and his hands let go of the bars on the hospital bed, he died right there in front of me, I identified him…..

There’s a lot more detail and parts of this story but this is basically how my last week with my dad became my best and worst week ever.

I was thinking about this today I as I do my best to be the best daddy I know how to be for my sons

Aside  —  Posted: May 26, 2013 in Uncategorized