I hate basketball. And I reserve a special disdain for college basketball.
Oh yes, you read that right. I seriously, deeply, thoroughly despise it. "Wake me when it's over," is one of my familiar quotes this time of year. "Hoops are for poops" is a mantra that I have taken up over years of NCAA worship in my childhood home.
So this weekend, the person I probably enjoy most in the world, my dad, is coming to visit. My brother just sent me a warning e-mail.
Subject line: Hoops are for Poops
E-mail: Pa is headed your way and he is addicted to college basketball.
I can see that whole commandment about honoring mothers and fathers will be sorely tested this weekend.
Georgia Confidential 
It’s either hoops or him reading to you from a train magazine–take your pick :}
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