John, Ben, and their Esteemed Sire have just returned from the Cubs-Brewers game in Milwaukee...they are tired, but still smiling. "Cubs Win!!!"
John: "But only by one point."
Ben: "John, a win is a win."
Dad: "Still a W, buddy, just remember that."
So, how was your first Major League Baseball game experience, Mr. John Daniel, part-time reluctant film reviewer and full-time Cubs and Bears fan???
John: "Well, it was fun, but Mom..."
John: "There were a LOT of DRUNK people up there!"
Well, that's bound to happen at an evening game in Milwaukee, you know, buddy, they don't call it Suds City for nothing....
John: "Huh? Well, anyway, when one of the Cubs got a home run I was jumping up and down and cheering and clapping."
John: "But not everyone was..."
Well, Little Man, remember, you were in Enemy Territory...
John: "No, it wasn't just that...this guy was really...I think Dad calls it 'sheets to the wind' or something...just really too many beers...and he was gettin' mad at me and saying a lot of bad words at me..."
Hmmm, not cool...
John: "But it may have partly been because when we won I started cheering and pointing at him."
Um, did DAD know you were doing that?
John: [ignoring the foregoing question]- "Well, the other guy was telling me the Bears would never make it to the Super Bowl again...and he kept saying the F-bomb..."
Oh, lovely! Probably because you were proudly wearing your Bears hoodie up there in PackerLand, huh?!
John: "Well, he was just *shrug* giving me lip because he doesn't know who the best team is..."
Well, you know, when anyone starts Giving You Lip, it's time to mind your Ps and Qs...