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June 13, 2008

Friday

But why can't I go to the park?

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"But it's just not right."

"What's not right about it, dear?"

"You know very well what's not right about it. Ben had two tickets right behind the Cubs dugout for today's game. I could be there right now, high-fiving the players and everything! But you said I couldn't go. It's just not right!"

"Well dear, you know that we all care about you. And you know that the sooner you clean out the garage, trim the hedges and mow the lawn, the sooner you'll be able to start grilling the hamburgers."

"Well, it still isn't right."

"Happy Fathers Day, dear."

Posted by: Owl Creek Observer at June 15, 2008 5:35 PM · Permalink

[The first cut was horrible. This one's not great but maybe just a little less embarrassing.]

"But it's just not right."

"What's not right about it, dear?"

"I should be sitting with Ben in box seats behind home plate, a bratwurst in one hand and a cold beer in the other. Free tickets behind home plate, Madge, free tickets!"

"Well, the sooner you stop complaining, the sooner you can finish cleaning out the garage, trimming the hedges and mowing the lawn. The kids and grandkids will be here in an hour and you still have to get all of the barbecue equipment set up."

"I just wanted to go to the ballpark."

"Happy Fathers Day, dear."

Posted by: Owl Creek Observer at June 16, 2008 11:37 AM · Permalink