Pop comes in, intruding on my space and my time, and starts dusting the big-screen TV. I said, "Kind of excited about today, huh?" He chuckles, "The first game." There is still five hours before the kick-off of the Cowboys' season opener, but it's not as though he has anything better to do. I swear, he could be a sit-com character. I'm not laughing, though. I am the character whose irritation and obvious grief help to make the scene funny.