My son tells me that when he has a hockey game, he’s now going to start getting pissed off as soon as we leave the house so he’s in the right frame of mind for the game.
I can’t see how being pissed off is going to help anyone play better, but I think he’s sort of kidding.
Anyway, we’re leaving for the rink . . . his mom made him a bowl of beans and rice to eat on the drive over.
He takes one bite and says, “This meal SUCKS!”
“Is this part of your new ‘get pissed off’ strategy?” I ask him.
“The rice is SOGGY!”
His phone buzzes.
“Who is sending me a friggin’ TEXT message?”