baseball family feud
I just disowned my father.
He pulled up in front of my house while I was standing outside. Just sat there, idling in his car and grinning like the proverbial chesire cat. I peeked inside the car.
He was wearing a Boston Red Sox cap.
My father is a Met fan, which is bad enough to begin with. Now, he's taking up the side of the enemy and I have no choice but to abandon him.
Tonight's voodoo machine is revved up. One hour until game time.