in our household on a Monday night, you might have heard this conversation during a Monday Night Football game.
What spurred the exchange: a free safety nails a wide receiver right after he catches the ball. Hard. They actually give the fs a flag for dangerous contact. (I don't know if that's an official penalty, but the guy got drilled - big time.) After this happens:
C: I used to hit guys like that.
K: (Without looking up from her computer and in the most dead pan voice imaginable.) Of course you did babe.
Literally a minute passes...
C: Hey! Why do you have to hate like that? Comments like that are not necessary. 'Of course you did.' Hrumph.
Love you dear. I know you were the man. And you still are. I mean that. You know I'm your biggest fan. I'm getting ready to tape your highlights that will in abundance on Thanksgiving morning at this year's turkey bowl. There will be some 40 year old ankles broken.