When we named our daughter after a baseball stadium, I was pretty well resigned to the fact that there was no way in hell she would like baseball. I fully expected her to enthusiastically embrace the only sport duller than baseball: soccer.
But it is worse, my friends, oh so much worse ...
Every Sunday in the fall, I like to partake in that uniquely male ritual of ... folding laundry. And while I am folding laundry, I like to watch a little football. And Wrigley, who misses her daddy, likes to hang out with me on the weekends, so she also watches a little football. During the commercials, I like to flip from CBS to Fox. Last week, as I was flipping through the channels, something caught Wrigley's eye: "Daddy? Can we watch the racecars?"
"Um, What?"
"Can we watch the racecars?"
Round and round they go. Why people watch, nobody knows ... but I have the personal shame of giving life to ... a NASCAR fan. Oh, sigh.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
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