Last night I was lying in bed with The Coach and decided to interview him. I said, "Hey. I have nothing to blog about tomorrow so I am going to interview you."
He could just barely contain his excitement let me tell you.
Me: What is your favorite baseball team?
The Coach: The Cardinals, Heather. (He said "Heather" like he doesb when he is exasperated with me.)
*** I was just checking. Maybe he had finally come to his senses and decided to root for a cellar team, like perhaps the Astros - just as an example.
Me: What is your favorite baseball play?
TC: I like the sac bunt. (For those of you who do not know a sacrifice bunt is where the batter bunts the ball knowing it is unlikely he will make it to first, but it advances the runner to the next base, thus closer to actually scoring a run - it is very important you say run, not point.)
Me: Who do you think does the best sac bunt.
TC: Heather that is a stupid question.
Me: Well excuse me if you think you can do better. I am not Barbara Damn Walters here.
TC: Deep sigh.
Me. What is your favorite word in the English language?
You should know at this point The Coach said many words that are not PG13. He laughed as I exclaimed they were not appropriate blog material. Finally he settled on a word.
A combination of the numbers three and five. He went on
TC: Febutober, Eleventeen
The next thing I knew I was being awakened to a tap on the shoulder and The Coach asking me, "Is this interview over?"
Yes. Yes it is. Doesn't Barbara Walters often fall asleep during interviews?
Ok. I am sorry for two dialogue posts in a row. I will find something more interesting to blog about tomorrow even if I have to make it up!! Wait patiently for that.
I am acutally going to link this crappy post up in order to make other bloggers feel better about their material. See...it is a kindness really. Go check it out!! No. Really. Go!! There is nothing to see here.