Conversation with a fellow contra dancer last night (during a dance, mind you, which I note because any contra dancers reading this will appreciate the humor inherent in trying to have this or any conversation as you dance by/near/around your neighbor for about 30 seconds):
Him: "Is that your brother who just wrote the baseball book?"
Me: "Yes!"
Him: "But I thought you were from Illinois?"
Me: "We are."
Him: "So why did he write a book about the Red Sox curse?"
Me (slightly confused for about six beats, then...): "Oh! You must mean the other Dan Gordon baseball book. Totally different than my brother's book. Clearly."
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