Ten minutes into the hour and half drive to Pittsburgh for the Browns-Steelers game, Vin turns to me and says, “Dad, why would God allow war?”
Theological conversation ensues, ending with him turning to me and saying, “Dad, I’ve got a lot of questions for God when I get to heaven.”
Don’t we all, buddy, don’t we all.
On the highway, after a couple of minutes of quiet, Vin turns to me and says, “Dad, where is the House of Representatives?”
“In Washington DC, buddy,”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
We get close to the stadium and see an ocean of people in black and gold. Vin turns to me and says, “Dad, I’ve never seen so many Steelers fans in my whole life.”
Frightening, isn’t it?
Halfway through the game, Vin turns to me and says, “Dad, why were all scalpers black guys?”
“I don’t know.”
The stadium got eerily silent when Big Ben went down. A guy near us started yelling about the Browns being jackoffs for hurting their qb. Vin turns to me and says, “Dad, the Jaguars don’t play in Cleveland.”
“I know they don’t, buddy.”
On our way home, I asked Vin, “What did you like best about the game?”
Vin turns to me and says, “Nothing, dad. The Browns were horrible. But I had a great time with you.”