Last night, the PH was in the car with me on the way to my soccer game. I casually mentioned that we were playing a team that, for some unexplained reason, was named after an-- ahem-- adult entertainment establishment in the state.
The PH's eyes got wide. "You're playing a team of strippers?!?"
I didn't even respond before he was off on a litany of jokes about playing a team of strippers (apparently, from my perspective).
"Wow, PH, you're sure eager to come to my games these days."
"Um, PH, you can't be on the field during the game. You're going to have to go back to the bleachers."
"PH? Why the sudden interest in coaching... the other team?"