My dad has always been an old-fashioned guy. He hates my technology-loaded generation and its stupidity with a fiery rage only equal to that of my own emotions when I play volleyball (we are both passionate people, you see).
Dad has a problem. He is the president of the PLD Baseball Team this year and has been assigned the impossible task of finding agreeable music to everyone's taste. Ouch. He's been sitting on the couch for days now, iPad in one hand, and notebook paper in the other, blaring out classic rock songs at random until he gets too exhausted and goes to bed. His concentration cannot be broken! but neither can the list of 70's rock songs. My brother cringes every time Whipping Post by the Allman Brothers Band comes on yet again. He tried to show my father "the light," whipping out his own iPod and blasting Lil' Wayne throughout the room.
"We listen to it in the locker room all the time," exclaimed my brother. My dad snarled at the poor kid and told him to go to his room before the iPod would be broken into bits. Dad shook his head and sat back on the couch once more continuing to grumble about today's teenagers ("Nothing but a bunch of sissies). Before I knew it, the man had turned on me, accusing me of listening to such inappropriate shinanigans. He always complained that the warm-up music for volleyball games was just "some guy talking, how is that music?" Well, I don't know.
Anyway, if you come to a PLD Baseball game, I hope you're an ACDC fan. Or Aerosmith. Dad isn't quite finished with his list yet, so I've been looking for suggestions. I just think the whole situation is hysterical.
Rock on, Dad.
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