I’m delighted to have been asked, along with 9 other fellow Aussie Daddy Bloggers,
to take part in a Fantasy Father’s Day Challenge where one of us can WIN a day of adventure courtesy of Magshop.
Here’s the thing though, YOU can WIN a monthly magazine subscription courtesy of us, the Aussie Daddy Bloggers. Just read on to find out how.
Below is my entry for the Fantasy Father’s Day Competition, enjoy, and then don’t forget to VOTE for ME and enter to WIN yourself!
September 1st will mark my first ever Father’s Day and I admit that I am a little bit excited. But despite my “schoolgirl-at-a-One-Direction-concert” levels of anticipation, I’m not really sure what to expect. How creative can a seven-month old child be? Does he know what I like? And if so, how can he buy me booze without ID?
While I ponder these and other ridiculous questions, my mind starts to wander (nothing unusual there). In a fantasy world, what would I want from my first Father’s Day? What, without the boring limits of reality, would make this day ultimately memorable?
Eureka! That’s it! I need to take this opportunity to prove to my son that I AM NOT A DAG! The movie lines I quote, the sporting moments I cherish, and bad jokes I tell are ACTUALLY classic moments from history. They are iconic sporting, comedic and cinematic memories that influenced me growing up and made me the man, and father, I am today. What better on Father’s Day than to show my son these moments for himself! Surely that’ll convince him that I am definitely no daggy dad…
1 September 2013
I wake at 10am, hangover free, and without any assistance from my son for the first time in seven months. I remember fondly Essendon’s victory the night before and recount to my son, again, how I witnessed the 1993 Essendon Premiership twenty years earlier. The newspaper is on the bed. The front page carries the headline:
“ASADA inquiry thrown out! Essendon acquitted! Hird named new PM!”
I don’t bother reading the rest of the paper, this is going to be a good day.
Breakfast. A steak, wrapped in bacon, with another steak on the side. A quality Melbourne flat white, and then our personal cheer squad for the day arrives.
The wind kicks up, I look out the window, a chopper lands, it’s for us. Robert Duvall, shirt off, leans out the side and screams: “I love the smell of napalm in the morning!” The lad and I jump in, blast Flight of the Valkyries, and we’re off down the Mornington Peninsula to my Dad’s place. Three generations then push the boat out for a couple of hours fishing on the bay. My son catches more fish than his Grandfather despite not being able to hold a rod and I land a 35kg snapper. Cue cheer squad.
A super-yacht pulls up alongside, it’s for us. We’re now cruising up Port Phillip Bay towards the city. Billy Crystal and Robin Williams are on board telling jokes while Jamie Oliver cooks my snapper.
A bottle of NZ Sav Blanc sits chilling in the Bledisloe Cup.
The yacht has a deck. A big deck. An F14-A Tomcat lands, it’s for us. Maverick jumps out. He says: “You can be my wingman anytime.” I say, well, you know what I say. We jump in Goose’s seat (poor Goose) and land at Royal Melbourne Golf Club. Greg Norman and Rodney Dangerfield are there. Rodney has his special clubs from Caddyshack and shoots a 61. The little fella shoots 60 despite not being able to walk. Greg chokes on the 17th and cards an 81. I shoot 59.
Cue cheer squad. They make us Life Members.
The Delorean from Back to the Future shows up, that’s right, it’s for us. Michael J Fox hits 88mph and we’re at the MCG on Boxing Day 2013. The young bloke and I open the batting for Australia, both make double-hundreds, declare, then take 10 wickets each to regain the Ashes in one day.
Cue cheer squad. They make us Life Members.
Michael J drops us home, on the correct day, in the correct year, and Father’s Day is over.
I kiss my boy goodnight and watch him go to sleep. I go to bed, my wife is there… and so is Bill Murray.
Then it’s 6am on Groundhog Day, and we do it all again.
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