(We are watching MLBN as is our wont. It's some documentary or something, and Luis Gonzalez comes on to comment on... something)
Me: Boooo hiss!!!!
My mom: Ohhh, I like him.
Me: YOU LIKE HIM?!?!?!
My mom: Yeah, he was Tino's best friend and he was a nice guy and he had triplets and they were really cute! I was happy for him!
Me: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!?! YOU WERE HAPPY FOR HIM?!?!??!
My mom: He was just a nice guy! Can't I be happy for a nice guy?
Me: SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HELL.
(I think she may be schizophrenic though. One time he came on to comment on something and she threw a balled-up piece of paper at him. She burst out crying the instant that crappy flare single hit the ground in 2001 because she may be the only person more irrational than I am. Also, when we were in Boston, she saw one of those "I root for two teams: the Red Sox and whoever beats the Yankees" shirts and was seriously going to buy it until I literally took it out of her hands. Maybe she was drunk? I still love the crazy lady, though.)
