About Dad's Bad

Dad’s Bad wasn’t built for bad dads.

It was built for the dads who somehow manage to keep everything running while simultaneously making decisions that leave everyone else completely speechless.

You know the guy.

The guy who works his ass off all week.

The guy everybody calls when something breaks.

The guy who coaches the team, mows the grass, fixes the sink, grills the burgers, pays the bills, and somehow still finds enough energy to spend all day Saturday doing something he absolutely didn’t need to do.

Like buying a boat.

Or another grill.

Or a golf club he swears is going to fix everything.

Dad’s the guy who can rebuild a deck, wire a garage, negotiate a deal, and solve three family problems before lunch.

But he’s also the guy who will yell:

“I GOT IT!”

…right before proving he does not, in fact, got it.

He checks the grill every fourteen seconds.

He shoots a 104 and blames the clubs.

He teaches his kid how to heckle the ref.

He says, “We’re just going to stop by for one beer.”

Nobody believes him anymore.

And honestly, nobody should.

That’s Dad’s Bad.

Not because Dad’s a bad guy.

Not because Dad’s a bad dad.

Because every family has a dad who’s equal parts responsible adult and ongoing liability.

The kind of guy who creates the stories that get told at every holiday for the next twenty years.

The kind of guy who works hard, plays hard, and occasionally gives his wife a reason to put her head in her hands.

Dad’s Bad is built for golf dads, lake dads, grill dads, tailgate dads, workshop dads, and every other dad who’s still got a little trouble left in him.

The dads who know better.

The dads who should know better.

And the dads who are going to do it anyway.

Welcome to Dad’s Bad.