My dad can't watch an Alabama football game. He'll wash the car, cut the yard, trim the hedges, rewire the house. Anything but actually sit down and watch the game. Sure he keeps tabs on what's going on, making sure he knows the score at all times.
Well, the nut didn't fall far from the tree. I don't think I ever saw more than 1/3 of any of the Braves' playoff games. I'd do anything but sit there and wait for the next pitch. One playoff series, I think against the Cubs, I decided that sit-ups were a good idea.
Tonight, I cleaned the carpets in our house.
I've finished cleaning the carpets. This one is over. All but the LEFT coast.
We almost have!