Yogi Bear-ism

My parents, whom we call Bear and Banjo, came for a visit this weekend, as I was miserable with a deeply entrenched head cold. They fed us a wonderful take-out dinner from Aurora and helped occupy the kids so I could rest.

We watched the Wake Forest-Charlotte basketball game. Watching sports with Bear is always a hoot; she gets very involved and issues statements like, “There goes the game!” She’s usually right. Yesterday, though, her team won, despite her observation: “We always lose in the second half.”

As opposed to the first half?