So, I take mom to a Warriors game.Bad enough that she has to wear that god awful sweater (if she could adopt Steph Curry, she would) but I tell her ,”mom it’s a long season, not the playoffs, so chill, OK?”. First she yells at the ref, calls him a honkin’ gonad, then, when I go get her a beer, this is whats playing on the jumbo tron;
I was wondering why, when I got back with her beer, everyone wanted to high five me.
Disclaimer; for you sourpusses, no, that was not my mom. We were actually 2 rows back :)