tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

A Catalog of Fights With My Dad, 1994-2012

Me: Dad, I’m taking you out for our annual Father’s Day Giants game. Pick a game and tell me the date.

Dad: [gives list of game/dates]

Me: OK, how about ______ game?

Dad: Sounds good.

Me: OK, I’ll buy the tickets.

Dad: No, I’ll buy them.

Me: Dad! I’m treating you! No! You’re missing the point!

Dad: No. You always want to sit in the fancy seats, like your mother, with your fucking artisanal pretzels or whatever. I like to sit with the ruffians, the hooligans. I’m buying. Deal with it. Buy me a $2 hot dog and just let me holler. That’s all I need. Your mother never lets me eat hot dogs. Or holler.

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