When I was a kid growing up in Philadelphia, me and Dad used to do a lot of things together. The only problem was, I rarely ever had any fun doing them, since he pretty much sucked at all the things a father is supposed know how to do. The go-kart he helped me build was a deathtrap that never made it to the finish line. When he tried to teach me how to play baseball, he broke more windows than I did. But his heart was always in the right place.