Since Meg’s a big Red Sox fan, we watched the Sox-Yankees game tonight. The game started at 4:30, so we TiVoed it to watch after work. Meg hurried home, carefully avoiding any evidence of the game already in progress, and we started it from the beginning about an hour and a half after the actual starting time.
It’s perilous, watching time-delayed sporting events, and we had a couple of close calls with the TiVo. When our ordered pizza came, Meg scampered into the bathroom of our tiny apartment and turned on the faucet to avoid any accidental mention of the game’s progress by the delivery guy. Then Meg’s phone rang. She picked it up and looked at it, distracted by the game and unsure of what to do with it. I immediately realized it was her parents, calling with word of the completed game.
“No, no, don’t answer it!” I yelled. “It’s your parents! They’re calling from the future!”