Warning: The following post is kinda about sport.
Peering into the future, I am able to foresee how I would react to certain parental situations. The following dialogue is from February 17, 2036 when my yet unborn son is sixteen years old.
Son Woytek: I don’t understand why you love Ian Kinsler so much, he only hit .255 in 2011.
Me Woytek: I know you’re trying to make me angry, so I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.
Son Woytek: Just cuz he’s Jewish…
Me Woytek: You’re no longer my son.