As they settled in front of the vidscreen, Sofie asked, "Are we watching Daffy?"
"Not this time, kiddo." Michael turned the screen on, and video of Mars's Bradbury Memorial Park, filled with spectators, appeared. Down on the field, Daniel Matthias, the Dodgers's best hitter, swung at the ball. The bat made a satisfying *crack* as it connected, and the crowd cheered as he began to run the bases. Michael held his breath as Matthias circled the plates, and when he slid home, milliseconds before the Proxima Stars's second baseman threw the ball to the catcher, he thrust his fist in the air. "Yes!"
Sofie looked at him with an expression he'd seen often on Susan's face over the years. It was the one that openly questioned his sanity.
He put his arm around her shoulders and smiled. "I think it's high time I taught you the fine art of being a Dodgers fan."
* * *
When Susan walked into the living room, she found them both cheering for an opportune throw to third base that had gotten one of the Stars out and consequently won the game. She sat beside Michael, bemused, while he and Sofie rehashed the highlights of the game.
[Assorted action/dialogue] "So now I'm going to have both of you going nuts when the World Series is on?"
"Hey, there is no way I'm worse than you and Delenn during hockey playoffs."
...Because I have this image in my head of Susan being a fairly rabid hockey fan, and having at some point during the series gotten Delenn into it (Delenn needing some way of vicariously letting out her pent-up aggression). And of course later in this fic, Susan's going to sit Sofie down and be like, "Sweetie, your father is sadly misinformed about the relative merits of various team sports. Now I'm going to teach you all about HOCKEY!"
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Date: 2011-02-14 11:17 pm (UTC)As they settled in front of the vidscreen, Sofie asked, "Are we watching Daffy?"
"Not this time, kiddo." Michael turned the screen on, and video of Mars's Bradbury Memorial Park, filled with spectators, appeared. Down on the field, Daniel Matthias, the Dodgers's best hitter, swung at the ball. The bat made a satisfying *crack* as it connected, and the crowd cheered as he began to run the bases. Michael held his breath as Matthias circled the plates, and when he slid home, milliseconds before the Proxima Stars's second baseman threw the ball to the catcher, he thrust his fist in the air. "Yes!"
Sofie looked at him with an expression he'd seen often on Susan's face over the years. It was the one that openly questioned his sanity.
He put his arm around her shoulders and smiled. "I think it's high time I taught you the fine art of being a Dodgers fan."
* * *
When Susan walked into the living room, she found them both cheering for an opportune throw to third base that had gotten one of the Stars out and consequently won the game. She sat beside Michael, bemused, while he and Sofie rehashed the highlights of the game.
[Assorted action/dialogue] "So now I'm going to have both of you going nuts when the World Series is on?"
"Hey, there is no way I'm worse than you and Delenn during hockey playoffs."
...Because I have this image in my head of Susan being a fairly rabid hockey fan, and having at some point during the series gotten Delenn into it (Delenn needing some way of vicariously letting out her pent-up aggression). And of course later in this fic, Susan's going to sit Sofie down and be like, "Sweetie, your father is sadly misinformed about the relative merits of various team sports. Now I'm going to teach you all about HOCKEY!"