Sorry, Wrong Number

I woke up this morning, turned on my phone and checked last night's scores. I do this most every day and am reminded of how I used to get in trouble as a kid for calling up 976-1313, the sports phone line in New York. I'd sneak it whenever I could because up-to-the-minute scores were hard to come by. I just couldn't resist, man, no matter what kind of hell I'd catch when my old man got the phone bill at the end of the month.

It's hard being hooked.