“I told my buddy, John, about my vasectomy reversal: ‘It was microsurgery. They wore high-powered microscope glasses.’ His smart-ass response: ‘Of course he did...for you!’ But John had no smart-ass response to offer once my third child—my post-vasectomy-reversal child—was born.”

Smart men know paradise isn't a place you can see by the dashboard light. It's the destination at the end of a carefully planned route.

If you’re like most of us, beating the house when it comes to your sperm means either giving them a boost so they can make it to the end of the baby race, or killing as many as you can to make sure that’s one race you and your sperm always lose.