Little Brother is downstairs watching a football game that’s nothing but background noise to me. Turns out it’s Giants v. Cowboys.
My mom is a Giants fan; my brother is a Dallas fan.
“I bet Nannie’s having nightmares right now,” Little Brother observed. “The Giants have 3 turnovers already! (Insert painfully-detailed play-by-play of all 3 Giants turnovers here. The kid is going to grow up to be football’s answer to Dick Vitale.)
“Do you want to call her?” She loves to talk sports with him.
“No way! She’s probably really mad right now. I don’t want to take any chances….Plus, she might not even answer the phone.”