Here is an actual text conversation my brother Jared and I had earlier this evening:
Me: Please explain to me how 1 min left on the clock in a football game turns into an
hour.
Jared: Timeouts, official replay reviews, squeezing the last paid commercials in.
Me: It's a little ridiculous.
Jared: If u like football, then it just prolongs the celebration of great theatre.
Me: Are you really comparing football to great theatre? Like a Titans football game is
the same as watching West Side story?
Jared: No, I wouldn't want to insult the art form and human drama of football by
comparing it to West Side Story.
Me: I just want you to know that I am shaking my head at you right now.
Jared: That was my plan. Different course for different horses. U like theatre, I like
sports.
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On a complete side note, there are now mice in the house. Byron found a couple of traps and graciously set mine up for me. As I was watching him set them, I screamed like a little girl on more than one occasion. I kept thinking he was going to hurt himself. Of course, he would have been a lot less likely to hurt himself if he wasn't laughing so hard at me screaming like a little girl.
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