I laid out the law. I told my wife that if she loved me, she would watch the Battlestar Galactica mini-series. (Would you believe that “Battlestar Galactica” was not in the Microsoft Word spell-check dictionary?) It took me two weeks of relentless pressure, followed by my aforementioned last ditch ultimatum before Cheryl relented. I told her that if she would just watch the mini-series I wouldn’t make her watch any more of the series.
Sure, it was a gamble, but I was confident in my good taste. Some would call it arrogance. I prefer to think of it as superiority, but I won’t bog you down with semantics at this late hour. Let’s just say that the gamble paid off.
“So Cheryl, are you interested in watching any of the series?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Come on, show daddy some love. You really liked it, didn’t you?”
“All right, yes, I liked it. ARE YOU SATISFIED?!?”
Starting tomorrow at 10 p.m., the Sci-Fi channel begins re-broadcasting the first season of the new Battlestar Galactica series – starting with the first episode titled, “33.” You know where Cheryl will be.
Love is in the air…