Actual conversation I had with my father Tuesday night trying to get a score update on the Hawks-Cavs game on the way back from the grocery store that should give you the general impression that I'm the only sports fan in my family:
Jonathan: Can I get a score update on the game?
Dad: Sure, hang on a minute
Me: Ok
(several minutes pass)
Me: Dad?
Dad: Hang on...
Me:...
Dad: Ok, I've almost got it here - ok, Hawks 4, Cavaliers 1.
Me: (Thinking about it a minute and realizing that he's reading the playoff seeds for each team) - I don't think that's it.
Dad: uuh... ok, 23-17 Boston
Me: um, do you mean Cleveland?
Dad: Yeah, there's just a bunch of people talking - they're showing a bunch of scores - 30-39?
Me: That sounds pretty low... is Charles Barkley one of the guys talking?
Dad: Yeah
Me: Then it's halftime
Dad: Ok, now it's on commercial
I got home before he could find the score. It was 49-43 at the half. I love my dad.
