My brother called me earlier today. He is heading out of town for a conference on Thursday. Normally, I would laugh at him for having to attend one of these things. But his conference is in Chicago. His plane arrives in time to get to the Twins/ChiSox game. And he's got really nice tickets. For a nice price. And he really isn't a sports fan.
Yeah; he called me to rub it in. It worked. But that's what brothers do.