  So its 7:00 and the Pistons game is about to come on. I'm getting geeked for game five. All of a sudden the phone rings. Wifey is on the phone from work. We had a big rainstorm here in the FLI today and she got caught outside and wanted me to take her a change of clothes.
I'm like, "You do realize that the Pistons game is about to start? " Her reply is legendary, " Who's more important; me or the Pistons? " So I say nothing and she states, "You are taking way too long to answer. " So I get her shit together and take it to her. I go inside and say, " Your lucky it wasn't a game 7. " 
