I took my kids to the carnival on Sunday, a needed distraction from the preceding night’s basketball debacle. As I’ve aged, I have noticed my fanhood hasn’t waned, but I am able to more easily move past losses that would once have ruined a weekend. This is probably some sort of fatherhood evolution, as young children aren’t too accepting of the excuse . . . “I’m sorry, but the Gators lost”. At least not mine, anyway. And so, we spent a day endlessly riding (we bought the wristbands) the carnival rollercoaster, a swinging pirate ship, the burlap sack slide (I won every race!