If you have kids, then I trust that the following will make complete sense to you. Why is it that we have to ask children multiple times for something without getting so much as a grunt, yet the second we sit down to relax, they fire out question after question and demand answers immediately?
Last week, while trying to watch basketball, hockey and baseball before bed time, Stewie fired out a whole string of random questions. I captured as many as I could.
How old is DeMar Derozan?
How tall is Kyle Lowry?
How can Kendrys Morales play 1st base if he’s a DH?
Do we have just 2 point guards tonight, Dad?
Who scored the most goals ever in a NHL game?
What was the highest score in a HNL game ever?
Is Conor McDavid the captain of the Oilers?
(YES! I knew this one!!)
In the 3rd quarter of the basket ball game – is there another quarter in the game? My hockey games only have 3 quarters.
Is Yoda the first Jedi?
Do they use just one basketball the entire game?
If a ball ends up in the stands, do the fans get to keep it?
What happens if the entire baseball team gets injured, like at once, like if an asteroid fell into the stadium and only landed on one team?
Does the game continue?
Who plays for that team? The manager?
Why is hockey in arenas and baseball in stadium?
Why is the Canadian flag red and white?
What happens if you’re late for a game?
How much is the biggest house in the world?
Can we get a pool?
What time is bed time?
Then I got tired and stopped typing.
It could have been worse. It could have been in the car. lol.