When I was younger I used to spend every Sunday talking on the phone with my grandparents. I wish I’d been able to appreciate it at the time, but eight-year-old me would just spend several minutes dodging questions. A lifelong Cubs fan, he would ask me about the Mariners, and I would ask him about the Cubs. He would ask me what book I’d been reading, and I’d tell him. He’d ask me the author and, knowing full well who the author was, I’d say: “I don’t know”. It got to the point where he’d call and ask if “I don’t know” had written anything new.
Mariners out-Mariner Royals, lose
