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May 15, 2007

In which Freud has a field day

We watched the Jazz vs Golden State basketball game tonight. We meaning both Caleb and I. Meaning Caleb watched a basketball game. On tv. Without any prodding from me.

Cabe likes sports...he likes golf, likes skiing, likes...Frisbee golf.... He's just never been into any of the traditional sports, never mind watching any on tv. I think it happened the other night when my cousins were in town. We listened to the last three minutes of the basketball game on the radio while we were driving home from the Giants game. He caught the bug. Whatever the reason, he's thrown himself into watching the last few games, gluing himself to the couch. The first time he turned it on I watched in amazement as he suddenly morphed into my dad, yelling insults at the players, suggesting new game plays to no one in particular. Now he's having entire conversations about it including his love for Fisher and Kirilenko, his utter hatred of Davis, throwing around their last names as if he's been watching his whole life.

It cracks me up.

He doesn't find it particularly funny, but he'll come around I'm sure.

The longer we're married the more I realize that I have indeed married my dad.

2 comments:

Jess said...

That last sentence could not be more true. I always wanted to marry someone a little different from my dad because sometimes he can be high strung and strict. I thought for SURE Spencer was different, but something happens everyday where his face transforms into my father's just for a second. It's unbelieveable.

stone clan said...

I too, have married my father. Every day I see more and more proof of that.