Took the fam to Incredible Pizza today. (Think: Chuck E. Cheese without the big rat in the costume.)
Bob Stoops also took his family. Or as I like to think of it, 'Bob Stoops and I took our families to Incredible Pizza today.'
Jonah, our 20 month old, was FREAKING OUT running from game to game. During the course of his frenzy, he blindsided Stoops and ran right into him. The following dialogue ensued:
Jay: 'Man, I'm so sorry!'
Bob: 'Don't worry about it.'
Jay: 'Bro, how do you go out in public? Do you get accosted all the time?'
Bob: 'A little bit.'
Now that was what was actually said, but here's what I think he meant:
He said, 'Don't worry about it,' but what he really meant was, 'You son of a b! Control your kid! I think he may have just torn my ACL again.'
And he said, 'A little bit,' but what he really meant was, 'You know, now that I think about it, the little guy did a good job of leading with his shoulder. Took a good angle. Hit me on the front side rather than from behind. Gonna be a good hitter. Powerful. Aggressive. I like his style. And the drool makes me think he's either teething or ferocious. I'm leaning toward ferocious. When does he graduate? We'd like to offer him a scholarship to play football at the University of Oklahoma.'
