We were fifteen minutes into Game 6. The boy turns to me and asked, “Why does everyone keep saying Jesus?”
“Who’s saying it?”
“Everybody!”
“You mean, on the TV?”
“Yes!”
“They’re saying Jesus?”
“Yes, they all are!”
I had no idea what he was going on about. I blew it off. “Sure, let’s just watch the game, see there’s a dunk.”
Fifteen minutes later, I got it.
“Oh, defense! They’re not saying Jesus, they’re saying `Defense!`”
(Long pause)
“I don’t like it when they say defense that sounds like Jesus.”
Later that day when I cut my thumb I yelled “Defense Christ!” It felt good to have a new swear.