There are certain, inalienable rights; among them life, liberty, and the pursuit of televised coverage of your team’s presence in a semi-final OR final championship game.

Set the way back machine to Saturday night, and take a stroll through my life with me…

It’s nearing bed time and my wife has the haggard look of a single mother after a double shift of bedtime prep. “What’s wrong Cheryl?” I asked innocently. “Well, let’s see… you were watching television while I was….” She began to reply, but I interrupted, “wait Cheryl, wait. I wasn’t just watching TV… I was watching the semi-finals… the Gators in the Final Four. Doesn’t that count for something? The score was pretty close until the second half… I’ve had a pretty rough night too.”

That, my friends, was the wrong thing to say. I’ll bet you could see the ‘ole “what’s more important, TV or…” line from three paragraphs away, couldn’t you? Me? I’m not so quick on my feet.

Truth be told, I got some leeway for my efforts on Beth’s floor this vacation week past. Little does my wife know…

I do love my kids, and I have fun taking them out; but between you and me, I’ll bet it was physically easier to do the flooring in Beth’s room than take the kids to Sea World. Oh, the trouble I sow…