Earlier this evening, A. and I were driving home from dinner and listening to the Dodgers-Padres game on XM radio.
A.: Fucking Dodgers. My mom can't stand the announcer for the Dodger's. He won't work with a color announcer.
Me: What the fuck? What kind of asshole is this guy? Why the hell do the Dodger's let him announce? Jesus Christ.
A.: He's been announcing for years and he just wants to do it his way. Since he's been around forever he gets what he wants.
Me: Whatever he wants? How the hell is this legal? Why aren't Dodgers fans boycotting? What a son-of-a-bitch. I hope he ends up in a nursing home with a roommate that is black and feisty as hell and won't take his bullshit. I don't believe this.
A. (Throws his head back and starts laughing his ass off): Color announcer. Not colored announcer. (more hysterical laughing, slaps his knee) I was wondering why you were so fired up about this guy.
Me.: Ooooohhhh. Well, I thought it was weird that you used the phrase "colored announcer" but I thought you were demonstrating this guy's assholery or something.
Just one of the more-often-than-not daily examples of my poor hearing (and tendency to over-react and get all melodramatic on A.'s ass). As a read over this, I swear a helluva lot, too.