Every night, my Dad's routine consists of dinner, reading his mail, and knocking out during a good session of sports. Last night I snuck up on him as the all star game approached the bottom of the 13th (that game was so long it finally ended in the 15th, too bad NL lost again for like the billionth year in a row, OK not a billion but it's been years).

And yeah, even if I want to change the channel I can't. He clutches it like it's his sceptor. King of the castle I guess.
That's why our family owns 4 TV's, eventually it's every man for himself.

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