Hip hip… HURRAH! Hip hip… HURRAH! Hip hip… HURRAH! Gentlemen… before Bradford leads us in singing “Cheers for Old Nassau” in four-part harmony in the barbershop style, I have a few words. Fuck yes! Please excuse my language, but I am uproariously delighted at today’s result. Hurrah and fuck yes indeed! You needn’t attend the premier liberal arts institution in the world like you all do to understand that we made history today: the first Ivy League team to advance to the Sweet 16! Yes, Cornell and Penn made it also, but they aren’t real Ivy’s, amiright lads?! Hurrah! We…
Author: David Pidancet
David Pidancet
Dave Pidancet is a stay-at-home dad, writer, and minivan enthusiast. He can be found chasing his 4-year-old and 2-year-old sons through the streets of Los Angeles, writing at https://thebrodad.com, and socializing on Instagram (@The_Bro_Dad) and Twitter (@TheBroDad).
My name is Rover and I’m a good pup. This is my truth. My last day at the Paw Patrol was October 29th, 2021, a Friday I will never forget. Ryder buzzed my black-and-white pup tag while I enjoyed a mid-afternoon Milk-Bone down by the pier at Adventure Bay. “Ryder needs us!” I yelled to no one in particular. I dropped my bone and sprinted to The Lookout. It didn’t matter if aliens invaded Adventure Bay or if Mayor Goodway forgot where she put her keys. When Ryder buzzed your pup tag, you got your ass in gear, lest the…