It's Thanksgiving. Everyone's pissed. Don't re-piss everyone off by introducing the topic of your favorite baseball team.
Well, crap; you've done it. Way to go. Why not consult a Phillis blog prior to any life decisions, like a sane person? Too late now, though. This time, you're on your town.
Dad's already picking his fork up off the floor and grumbling while he pretends to consider getting up to clean it off. Any long term observer of his behavior knows those cat hairs and yesterday's lunch crumbs aren't going anywhere. Mom sighs, knowing interjections of "Please, not this year," are useless.