You go to the living room to watch TV.

    Poppy is there smoking his pipe.

    Bowling is on.

    "Hey, Dad, mind if I see if Webster's on?"

    "Quiet down, will ya?  Anderson's got a seven-ten split.  I wanna see how this turns out."

    "Yeah, Dad, but... Webster's my favorite... can you watch bowling on the TV in your room upstairs?"

    Poppy uses the remote to turn up the volume until it drowns out your whining.
 


    Go dig in the mulchpile.

    Grab the remote and put Webster on.

    Enough of this bowling crap.  Go bonk Sandy.