Parenting is a gut check, a kick-in-the-pants, an eye gouge, a head-butt to the bridge of your nose at midnight, "why are youeven out of bed" exercise in total chaos. At least it is with my boys Wolf and Bear. Parenting as a Contact Sport isn't an expert's guide on parenting. It's catharsis as I reconcile the craziness of my own violent childhood in the Deep South with the great-unknown of raising wild animals, or feral humans. I'm never sure.