Now why couldn’t my dad think of something like this?
I have officially found a reason to buy a home.
So I can build a wiffle-ball stadium in my yard.
Oh and dad, I’m sorry for cursing indirectly at you.
Not like I did a lot of cursing directly at you when I was seventeen…and smoking a lot of pot…and skipping first period AP English for an entire six weeks (where did I go?)…and then somehow still getting a B.
I was full of teenage angst, and somehow felt that you getting mad at me was unjustified.

But we’re past that now and I’ve gotten off-topic.
We didn’t have a back yard or a big enough front yard for a wiffle-ball stadium.
So I suppose I forgive you.

Great video by the way…
And an even greater Bob Costas cameo!