You know how people joke, “He’s like family”? Well, in my case, he literally was. I married my dad’s longtime friend — the guy who used to bring chips to every barbecue and call me “kiddo.” Fast-forward a few years and, somehow, I became Mrs. Kiddo.
The wedding was sweet, small, and surprisingly normal. But the shocker came later that night. No, not what you’re thinking — this isn’t that kind of story. As soon as we got to the hotel, he opened his laptop, connected to the Wi-Fi, and said:
“Give me five minutes — I need to update my fantasy football roster.”
Excuse me? On our wedding night? I stood there in my dress, watching him yell “YES, TOUCHDOWN” at a glowing screen while ESPN highlights blared in the background.
When I told my dad the next morning, he just laughed and said, “That’s how you know he’s committed — to the game.”
Reddit, of course, had thoughts:
- “She didn’t marry a man, she married a meme.”
- “Bro really chose fantasy points over reality.”
- “Tell me you married your dad’s friend without telling me you married your dad’s friend.”
Now we joke about it all the time. Our wedding night wasn’t romantic — but it was definitely memorable. And if you can’t laugh at your own meme-worthy life choices, are you even living?
