Kevin Cramer is the proud father of a maniac two-year-old girl who will only go down the tallest slides at the park and a nine-year-old boy who’s trying to bankrupt him by being good at ice hockey. He’s most likely the only construction worker in Pittsburgh with two master’s degrees and five published books—three of which are about ultimate frisbee, an obscure sport that has put him in the ER in every American time zone. His wife is a roller-derby-playing tattoo artist, thus rendering anything he does super boring in comparison.
