Good wives & daughters are willing to lie

 It might sound terrible to admit that I've been lying to the Captain for weeks, but I have, and I'd do it again. 

Alison and a few of the Vielees were in on the deception to surprise him for Father's Day by sneaking Alison home from Lafayette where she is doing a summer internship and taking a class. We'd seen quite a lot of her, actually, as there have been reasons to run up to get her things, so he wasn't expecting to see her. I'd told him she would at least call him and that maybe I would go down to Columbus with him and he could shop at the outlet mall for work clothes and we could stop at 450 North Brewing.

He and the rest of his colleagues have to go back to the office to work, and he needs clothes. He's already made a bargain shoppers' deal with the Devil by finding huge discounts on nice suits, but he's still looking for some items.

We had plans to go to Fletcher's high school graduation party on Saturday. I had informed him that he could shop more on Saturday, as I had brunch plans with a friend in Zionsville. We were to meet up at Fletcher's that afternoon. 

Thanks (and congrats) to Fletcher and the rest of TeamV for letting us use his party as our backdrop. The surprise was a good one.

We spent the rest of the night binge-watching Wanda Vision and gorging on Fat Dan's Deli delights. (A Jeff & Ali fave.)

This morning, Ali and I got a little Ru Paul's Drag Race in before the big-ticket-gift: an Indianapolis Indians baseball game.

Ali was 2-weeks-old at her first Indians' game, and we gave up our season tickets only recently. Next to his girl, the Captain's biggest love is baseball, and somehow we hadn't been to a game this year. This one turned out to be a doozy.

It was near 90-degrees today, and the game started at 1:25 p.m. It ended about 6 p.m. after a come-from-behind win and wackadoodle last play in the bottom of the 11th inning. For  you non-baseball fans, a game is typically nine innings -- about three hours. Jeff claims you'll be able to see it on Sports Center for the next few days

By the time it was over, we'd sweated off about 10 pounds each, and when we clapped, our hands stuck together. But the best part of the afternoon came when Ali and Jeff were waiting in line for their standard bratwursts. Jeff looked at her and said, "Pretty awesome day."

She smiled back and said, "Yeah, baseball, right?"

The diehard baseball fan said, "No. It's not the baseball. It's the fact that you gave up your weekend to share your time with me. From now on I'm only going to get less and less of it. That's what makes it so special."

No crying in baseball, right?

Hope you had a great Father's Day, too. Happy day to all of you who are dads, do dad things and take care of dads. 














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