Or Politics
From the Game 7 live-blog F-train sent me this morning:
8:50 — Someone calls me. I look at the caller ID and see it’s my buddy Sal’s house, so I pick up to talk him off the ledge. Instead, it’s his wife (not a sports fan) calling to get tips for dealing with her distraught husband from the Sports Gal. We end up having this impromptu exchange:
Her (sounding slightly scared): “Bill? What do I do?”
Me: “Is Sal there right now?”
Her: “Yeah. I don’t know what to do.”
Me: “Don’t try to make him feel better. Stay away from him.”
Her: “Really?”
Me: “Yeah. Stay away for the rest of the night. Let him stew over this for a couple of hours. Go into your room and read or something. Let him initiate the first conversation.”
Her: “OK.”
You have to admit, there’s nothing quite like sports.
October 20th, 2006 at 12:35 pm
“Seriously, what did you expect out of a guy who owns two toy poodles?”
Hahahahahahaha.