I’m not referring to Depends or some other type of adult diaper for the incontinent. Rather, I’m talking about baby diapers being carried by dads.

I recently discovered that my brother-in-law’s wife is pregnant. I’m extremely excited for them, in spite of her being one of those perpetually happy skinny people that you just know is going to lose all of the weight almost immediately. Lucky. I’m more worried about him. I fully recognize that new mothers nearly always have it worse than new fathers, but I can’t get out of my mind all of the 20-to-30-something dads walking around with their new children, baby food stains on their shirts, sweat pouring down their forehead, hair a bit shaggier than it was a year ago, a pair of jeans that no longer fit correctly because you also eat when your wife craves, and a constant look of fear, exasperation, and dumbfounded happiness…all while carrying an pastel-colored diaper bag with a teddy bear or bunny or something equally emasculating on the front. They might as well have lipstick on their teeth.

I just can’t let this happen to my brother-in-law. We’ve already gotten them a gift for the baby, and I’m working on something else that’s a surprise, but I think my wife and I need to get Ed a manly diaper bag. After all, this is definitely a guy. I’m talking a gun-toting, meat and potatoes, works-with-his-hands, picks-his-fingernails-with-a-pocket-knife, guy’s guy. This is not someone who should carry a giant puffy lavender purse around his neck. He doesn’t need a hand-bag. He needs a dad-bag.

I found three that I think are a good fit.

The first is the Diaper Dude Camouflage Diaper Bag. Click here to see it. This dad-bag has all the pockets you would need in a normal diaper bag, but it’s camo. ‘Nuff said.

The second is the Diaper Bag for Daddy’s. Yes, that’s not grammaticaly correct and it bothers me. Click here to see it. This is an awesome dad-bag that looks like a tool belt. I think it could work, but I’d be afraid he’d accidentally grab this instead of his actual tool belt on his way to work. That could be a problem.

The last is the Diaper Dude Dad Survivor Kit. Click here to see it. This is the mother father of all dad-bags. It’s a sleek black and grey messenger bag complete with a bottle pocket, cell phone pouch, an included changing pad, clips for his keys and more stuff that I don’t know what it’s for.

I don’t know which of these he would like best, but one thing is certain: once he straps this on, he won’t take it off. At least not until his wife comes back and the baby poops.

I hate the NBA.

I watched last week as the NBA claimed another class of players in the 2010 draft, and I couldn’t help but think that these guys are going to make millions of dollars but they don’t even really play the game. The only reason I watched was because Gordon Hayward, one of Butler University’s star players in their magical run to the NCAA championship game, was among those competing for a draft position among the highly-coveted lottery positions. FYI, he was drafted ninth.

While I’m supremely happy for Gordon “G-Time” Hayward, I don’t know if his new position in the NBA will be enough to make me even look at the scores during the season. Why should I look at them when they only disgust me. While writing this post, I went to ESPN and randomly chose May 3 as a date to look at scores for reference, and I see that the Suns beat the Spurs, 111-102. In a 48 minute game, if you do the math, that’s more than two baskets per minute. To me, that’s not a basketball game - it’s a shooting match. The point of basketball is to try to make as many shots as possible - and here’s the kicker - while trying to prevent your opponent from making as many shots as possible. If you’re giving up 100 points, let alone the 168 points Seattle gave up to Denver back in the 2007-2008 season, you’re not playing defense.

What’s worse is that it’s spreading to the supposedly “elite” programs in college basketball. Last week, the University of Kentucky saw five of its players drafted in the first round of the NBA draft. This is because each of those five players played with a “me first” attitude that showed off their individual talents at the cost of the team’s success. Yes, they won a lot of games, but they failed to make the final four because they couldn’t play as a team. It makes me sick to think that their coach, the honorable John Calipari, described the 2010 draft as the “greatest night” in UK basketball history. For one of the most storied basketball programs in the country - a program with seven national championships and 70 SEC basketball championships - its greatest night is surely not when five of its best players leave the program and give up an education before winning a national championship.

Basketball has some serious problems. I hope the NCAA and the NBA figure out how to fix them.