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Sources indicate that Dad is planning to just stay out of this one.
“Welp, I’m just gonna sit over here while you two figure that out,” said Dad, slapping both hands on his thighs and leaning back in his chair. “Not my circus, not my monkeys.”
At one point, Dad chimed in and said, “That’s ridiculous,” then refused to elaborate on what he meant and got a phone call from his friend Barry, which he answered on speakerphone.
“Hey,” added Dad a few minutes later, cracking open a cold one. “Can you stop making such a racket? The game’s on.”
At press time, Dad had fallen asleep on the recliner.
