My oldest son and I brush our teeth together at his bedtime; for some reason this makes him brush his teeth better. Before we went upstairs to brush our teeth tonight, we checked the Pirates game. The Pirates were winning 1-0 against the Reds. Last summer we went to a Reds game and since then my son's been an adamant Reds fan for some reason. As the Pirates have orchestrated another late-season collapse, his Reds fanaticism has become tiresome.
When we got upstairs he said, "Cincinnati's going to score five runs and win."
I said, "It's important to me that the Pirates don't lose this game. If they lose tonight, they cannot win more games than they lose this season, and that will be the 20th straight season."
My son said quite seriously, "Maybe you should find a different team to like."
I ignored his advice. When we finished brushing our teeth he said, "Did you hear what I said before?"
Thanks for the advice, son. Luckily it didn't have to come to that tonight: the Pirates won 2-1.