Father:So is there some European soccer championship going on or something?
Daughter: [Yawn, bite toast] Apparently so.

My dad had to wait until my little sister came along before he had someone to talk baseball with. She was a tomboy and a jock and a really, really competitive softball player. They played catch. There would be a baseball game on the TV and they’d be all, “Eh, Peterson’s in a slump, his F.B.I. is down, waaay down, threethirtysevenpointnine or something,” and “Yeah and his NAFTA is ninetwentyeleventyfive and don’t even ask me about his KKK and NAACP,” and I’d be, “I just made some strawberry pie, anyone want a piece?”

So it was satisfying this morning to discover that I can talk sports with my daughter now too.