{"id":2509,"date":"2015-01-30T10:04:20","date_gmt":"2015-01-30T15:04:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stories.daddytales.com\/?p=2509"},"modified":"2015-01-30T10:04:20","modified_gmt":"2015-01-30T15:04:20","slug":"what-if","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2015\/01\/30\/what-if\/","title":{"rendered":"What if"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My oldest son is becoming more and more interested in football. He&#8217;s always enjoyed throwing the ball around, and has brought up the subject of playing for his school a few times.<\/p>\n<p>His mom, however, is completely against it. Football is simply not an option.<\/p>\n<p>The other night, as I was saying goodnight to him, he asked me, &#8220;Dad, if I were to play football, what position do you think I&#8217;d be best at.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Quarterback,&#8221; I said. &#8220;You throw a great spiral, have a strong arm and good accuracy. In soccer, you&#8217;re able to see the field while you play and know where your teammates are. All those things are perfect for a quarterback.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He seemed pretty happy with that answer. &#8220;Do you think I could play in high school?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You know your mom&#8217;s opinion. There&#8217;s just no way.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Okay, okay,&#8221; he said. &#8220;But what if she wasn&#8217;t around?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I stared at him for a few seconds. &#8220;You&#8217;re not allowed to kill your mom so you can play football.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What?&#8221; he sat up. &#8220;No! I just want to know what <em>you<\/em> think!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I think your mom doesn&#8217;t want you to play football.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Da-ad!&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There are certain questions that probably shouldn&#8217;t be asked. Enjoy!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[118,119],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2509","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-c","category-daddytales-funny"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-Et","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2509","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2509"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2509\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2509"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2509"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2509"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}