Last night, like most Sundays, I played basketball with my brother-in-law and some of his co-workers. When I got home, my better half had already retired for the evening. A few hours later, the following conversation took place.
Her [with a nudge]: Did you have any stats?
Me [with groggy indignation]: I don’t want to talk about my “stats” at two-thirty in the morning.
Her: I bet you didn’t have any stats anyways.
