That’s how sport’s disinterested I can be. My Uncle LeRoy on the other hand? You even dare to diss his Denver Broncos and you might as well kiss you butt good-bye!
He’s a Korean War vet, a bad-ass Montana cowboy and retired ironworker so when he gets “animated”, starts stomping his boots and chompin’ on his pipe you say, “Yes, Sir!”
Maybe that’ll help him remember me and not mistake me for my 16 year old neice who got fat…. Well, she didn’t get fat, but since he thought I was she, he said she got fat…. Does that make sense to anyone else?
Of course, he might appreciate a case of Keystone and a coffee cup. But you can’t blame a girl for trying!
So, Jen, does this count?