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Barely Breathing

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.