For the dad who throws discs, not tantrum, unless it hits a tree. Again.

For the dad who doesn’t need instructions… just Wi-Fi and a fresh cup of coffee.

For the dad who rules the table, the house, and the coffee pot with iron dice.

For the dads who pass down grilling wisdom one burger flip at a time.

Because no masterpiece or lopsided birdhouse ever started without caffeine.

For the dad who balances diaper duty with dice rolls and thinks bedtime stories are just side quests.

For the dad who flips burgers, commands the flame, and runs on equal parts pride and black coffee.