sorry. can't. regatta. - Crewneck Sweatshirt

Waking up at 4 a.m. to spend hours at a regatta just to catch a glimpse of your kid for a solid 20 seconds of rowing glory is the ultimate parent dedication. You stand there, bleary-eyed, clutching a thermos of lukewarm coffee, pretending to understand terms like "stern" and "bow," just so you can cheer wildly for a split second before they vanish into the fog, and you're left asking, "Did I even see them?" It's like a high-stakes game of "Where's Waldo?" but with a 2,000-meter race and the knowledge that your kid is likely too busy rowing to hear you yell, "Go, sweetie!" at the top of your lungs. But hey, it's the thought that counts… right?