I usually would wait to put my $0.02 in about what happened at the Cincinnati Zoo over the weekend till I write my blog on Saturday night. But I couldn't sit on this. It wouldn't be fair.
I believe that I am uniquely qualified to weigh in on this. You may not be aware of this, but you need to understand something; at one time, I was on my way to becoming the greatest parent in the history of mankind. Seriously, I going to punch my ticket to the Fatherhood Hall of Fame, right there with Ben Cartwright, Mike Brady and Cliff Huxtable (well maybe not him).
I knew it all man, I had all the answers..... You lost your kid on the beach? How could you take your eyes off of them? The kid climbed out of the crib and cut their head? Why didn't you make the railings higher? Fell down the stairs? Fell off their bike? Got lost at the supermarket? What kind of parent are you? I would never let that happen, of course not. I was the Greatest! The Mohammad Ali of Parenting.
And with my uncanny ability to remember dates, I can tell you the very day, the very moment I stopped being the G.O.A.T. The day my HOF career as a dad ended.
August 30, 2008 about 10:30 in the morning. The day Timmy was born.
That day, my reign as king of the dad's ended. The day I actually became a dad. Because that's the day I realized I didn't know anything.
And every day since, I am reminded at least once, how the mighty have fallen.
Some days are more memorable than others. There was the day in Rockaway that he spotted someone two beaches over with a Mickey Mouse beach bag and took off, yelling "Kickey, Kickey, Kickey." He was halfway there before I realized he was gone.
And and BTW... if I had a nickel for everyone who told me that Timmy "sure has a lot of energy" I would be going to the beach on Parrot Cay. Because in addition to laser like vision, Timmy also possesses Ludacris Speed.
Then there was the night I turned away for what couldn't have been more than 30 seconds, where he climbed up on a chair and fell off, causing a small fracture of his leg. Yep because in addition to having X-ray vision and ."a lot of energy" he was also strong enough to pull over a chair.
People ask me all the time, "Are you going to have another one?" Right, because I'm doing such a bang up job with the one I have. Another? I'm lucky they haven't taken the one I have away from me.
My point is that all these yahoos who are screaming that they should have shot the mother of this child who had this rendezvous with Magilla
Gorilla instead of the gorilla itself should take a chill pill. Yes, it's a shame the gorilla had to be killed. Yes I wonder why they couldn't tranquilize the gorilla as opposed to killing him.
Yes, the mother is at fault. Guess what, that could have happened to any of us.
"Not I" you say? Ok, maybe your kid isn't Usain Bolt the way mine apparently is, but kids by nature are quick, kids are sneaky. Even the best of us, even the most eagle eyed of us, lose sight of our kids at one time or another.
I'm not even going to entertain the animals are people too crowd who would have done anything to keep the gorilla alive, even at the expense of the child's life. This wasn't some 18 year old frat house kid looking to impress his friends. It was a little boy. I'm sorry the gorilla is dead, but not as happy as I am the boy was alright.
There were lots of reactions to this story.
Mine was "There but for the Grace of God go I"