Just because my son lives in Princeton, New Jersey doesn’t mean that we don’t get to watch the World Series together, thanks to Steve Jobs and his handy smart phone. For the past couple of nights, I have been firmly ensconced in my movie room, snacks at the ready, watching the games on my 52 inch HDTV. I watch them by myself since neither Pam nor Kaitlin are huge baseball fans, and I think maybe I scare them a little this time of year what with my loud, unpredictable outbursts.
So, there I was last night, watching the game and having a running text dialogue with my Son. I will now share some of the highlights. First off, a critique of Harry Connick Jr.’s National Anthem performance:
Me: Harry nailed the anthem accapella.
Patrick: For once, an anthem that isn’t a riffing contest!
Then he proceeds to chastise me for my take on the NSA spying scandal from my earlier blog called “Spy vs. Spy”.
Patrick: I’m not sure “self interest” justifies spying on 70 million private phone conversations.
Lovable kid, my son. Idealistically naïve, but lovable.
Then the game gets into the 8th inning and Red Sox manager John Ferrell decides to bring in closer Koji Uehara with two outs and the Sox up by two runs.
Me: Don’t like this move. Lester hasn’t thrown that many pitches!!
Me: He better be.
Patrick: Let’s cross our fingersara.
Me: Hope this isn’t a kamakazi mission.
Uehara proceeds to strike out the first batter he faces on three pitches.
Patrick: Koji pitch any better??
It’s a very proud moment as a father when your son gets the better of you in a pun slinging contest.
Then it’s time to rag on the commercials.
Patrick: So tired of this iPhone commercial.
Me: Good Lord! I’m tired of the Taco Bell PS2 one too.
Patrick: Yeah. Still doesn’t make me want to eat Taco Bell. In all likelihood I would buy it to see if I won, then when I didn’t, give the food to someone else.
Me: Oh, and the Budweiser one with the fireworks at the end?
Patrick: I kinda like the Budweiser “Do you know who brewed your beer?” one. Although that quip about them being the “biggest local brewery” made me want to vomit in my mouth.
So, thank Steve Jobs for creating something that allows me to enjoy watching baseball with my boy from 290 miles away.
By the way, Uehara WAS sayonara.