Really, I'm happy for you that the Mavs won. Truly. But I don't care about basketball. Just like I didn't care about baseball. And I was told then to "suck it up and jump on the bandwagon." I did as instructed, and are the Rangers the World Series champs? That'd be a no.
So, no more with the bugging me to watch basketball or get on bandwagons I don't want to be on. Just let me do interesting things while you watch your games and lose your minds.
It's bad enough that I have to sit and listen to two grown men argue (I literally thought there might be fisticuffs at one point) (don't you love the word fisticuffs) over the better strategy to win the game without the constant nagging to participate in the lunacy.
NO ONE WHO MATTERS CAN HEAR YOU. I'm the only one who can hear you, and I think you both sound ridiculous. And stop yelling profanities at the TV every time someone misses a 3. My baby can hear them. And quit giving me that look for being on potty-mouth patrol. You take him out in public and let him embarrass you with his foul mouth and then get back to me with that look.
Until the fall...When there's football...Then we'll all be crazy...Because we will all be on that bandwagon, and we will like it.
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