For me it’s just difficult to cry, even when I want to. It’s like you have to strike a really deep emotional chord to bring it out, and while I do hit it sometimes, it’s not very often. I’ll be damned though if there aren’t random days here and there throughout the year where I feel very emotional, and even just thinking about how much I love my daughter makes me well up a little. Men are weird animals.

Meanwhile my wife will see a baby cow, and in the span of a millisecond she will see it’s entire life and inevitable meat death, and begin crying mid-sentence. Fans at her face and goes, “And now I’m crying?!”