“You had me at VIP,” my buddy Nick texted back to me. Our babysitter canceled due to a last-minute illness. My wife took one for the team and kindly sent me to the Sacramento Kings game solo—which meant I had a seat to fill on 35 minutes notice. No problem for my man, a fellow dad and fan. (I’ll let you decide the order!) Nick flipped the game off at home, kissed his own wife and kids goodbye and beelined from his house to our seats. He only missed a few minutes of gametime because, as I alluded to at the open, we got him in through the VIP entrance.… Read more