This is the conversation I just had with my dad…
Dad: Are you watching the game?
Me: No, but don’t tell me the score, I’m going to watch it later. I’m at work.
Dad: Oh. It’s in the 5th inning, and it’s three to zero.
I love it. My dad is so excited about the Tigers that he can’t even follow simple instructions; he just wants to share the love, baby.
Sometimes I get so excited about the Tigers I lose control of certain bodily functions. I don’t mean anything gross, but sometimes, when the Tigers win, I just stop breathing for an hour or two.