Welcome to Dad on Third

Thank you for visiting Dad on Third.  No, seriously, thank you.   If you’ve gotten this far, that hopefully means that you’ve liked something I’ve written or you’re a family member and feel compelled to read my blog to make sure I haven’t said something mean about you. Either way, welcome.

I’m excited to announce today a big change for my blog. What was once “Man on Third” is now “Dad on Third.”

Don’t worry though, we’re the same guy, writing about mostly the same stuff. The change is for a number of reasons, least of which is that as a stay-at-home dad (that wasn’t always the case), everything I see and do is now shaped by the fact that I’m a father.

Dad on Third still has the same simple goal: to highlight the great stories that, taken together, make us who we are.  I try to write about topics that, while my personal experience, you may relate to and connect with.  Sometimes, I think about my blog as a love letter to my wife and kids, so that they’ll know how I feel about them, and perhaps even a love letter to life. Every time I write something, it reminds me to slow down a little bit and focus on what matters. And best of all, you don’t need to be a dad to enjoy my stories. In fact, I think many of the people who read my blog are not dads.

If I’ve made you think, feel, laugh or even cry, then I’ve done my job.  I’m not doing this for money – you won’t see any advertising or product placement on my blog (though if George Lucas or Dave Grohl or Buster Posey called, I’m going to answer the phone and do whatever they say, but I’ll donate any $$ to a non-profit).


When I first started “Man on Third” way back in 2012 (with a couple of long breaks in between), I wrote this about the symbolism of third base (I mostly talk in baseball metaphors if you haven’t figured that out by now).  I think it still fits, especially now:

Isn’t life about being on third base?  The feeling that you’re almost finished – the adrenaline of knowing you might score but you might not.  All the different ways you can get home – a hit, a passed ball, a sacrifice fly, a suicide squeeze – isn’t the fun in life about the not knowing what’s going to happen next?  The sorrow when you get stranded and the euphoria when you finally score. 

Aren’t we all just unfinished projects, never fully satisfied, never fully great or where we want to be, who we want to be? I think that’s the point…that the end zone (oh my god, a mixed metaphor) keeps moving. I like to think that life is about being on third (you can get really deep now and think home is death, but I fancy myself an optimist).  It’s about the journey that got you from the batter’s box to first, and then to second.  Who were the people who helped you get there? Did you help other people score while you rounded the bases?  Did you have a good at-bat? Steal second? Did you advance on an error or someone else’s misfortune?  Most importantly, are you happy that you got this far?  Were you stuck in the batter’s box for a while?  Is touching home plate with a run the only thing that mattered to you or is just getting a chance to play the best thing that ever happened?

And, maybe, the point is to just be ok with having gotten to third.   Stop worrying about getting home.  Wouldn’t you rather be on third than back in the dugout?  You’re in the game, you matter, everyone is watching what will happen next.   Yes, you may ultimately end up back in the dugout yapping about what could have been, “if only I…” but you’ve proven to yourself that you can make it to third.

And of course, sometimes in life, when you step up to the plate, you get lucky and you hit a home run, a big smile crossing your face as you touch third and head for home.  I’ve hit a number of home runs in my life so far – holding my sons Alex (and Ryan) for the first time, meeting my wife Amy, being close with my family.  More often, though, we strike out or end up laughing hysterically after we trip over second and fall flat on our face.

It’s about the journey. And that’s what I want to write about. 

And now for a little housekeeping:

  • If you want to make sure you never miss a Dad on Third post, and really, why would you ever want to miss one, the best way to follow is to sign up to receive each post via email. Just enter your email in the “Follow My Blog” section on the upper right section of the Dad on Third home page.
  • I’ll continue to highlight each post on my Facebook friend page. Also, you can “like” my Dad on Third Facebook page – a place that I plan to use to highlight more thoughts on parenting, and feature stories I find interesting from both other bloggers and news sources. Note, this is the least effective way to receive my stories since the FB algorithm punishes people who host and post the way I do.
  • You can also follow me on Twitter.
  • I’ve also just joined Instagram (user: dadonthird), if you want to see even more photos of my family and also get access to new blog posts.
  • Finally, I love Medium and post all of my stories there as well. So feel free to follow me there; I’ll also use Medium to post any non-parenting stories I write.

As always, feel free to like, comment, and share my stories if they appeal to you. And give me any feedback you have.  I welcome it.

And look for a new post tomorrow when I discuss why I still like my wife after all these years.

Thanks again for taking the time to read about my life.  I’ll try not to bore the crap out of you.



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