Yeah, so, I have developed a pattern for tuning into the San Francisco Giants’ games when they start at 4:57 p.m. I mean, when I’m not attending the game, of course.
I ditch my cube and get into my car by the start of the game and listen to KNBR. It usually takes me about 20-30 minutes to get home. When I get home around, I sit in the car and listen to the game until there is a commercial break. Then I bolt out of the car and up the stairs to the apartment, where I barely acknowledge the barking dog and turn on the TV. Then Homer waits patiently while I watch the game until the next commercial break. Then I slap the leash on him and we run outside. We usually go for a longer walk when I get home from work, but I have priorities and they involve watching the Giants win, so Homer gets the shorter walk. (Don’t worry, he gets more walking later in the evening. Don’t call Animal Control.)
Then we run back up the stairs to the apartment. We both sit on the couch and watch the game, and one of us drinks a beer.
David comes home from work, and it looks like I’ve been home for hours. Empty beer bottles, shoes off, peanut shells all over the place …