Saturday, November 14, 2009
I hate the notion of tailgate parties too. In fact, I hate pick up trucks almost as much as I hate football. Okay, maybe I don't hate these things as much as I don't share your enthusiasm for these things. Ergo, when my family and I are out enjoying a quiet, nearly post-apocalyptic game night, where everyone is huddled in front of their TVs and crowding up sports bars, and you are forced to work at whatever deserted establishment my family and I have darkened the doorway of, please refrain from asking me what the score is. I have obviously not chosen to transfix myself on a television with beer and pretzels, and could not care less about "the score."
Next week: Religion, politics, and other things we disagree on.