I know it's well past Mother's Day, but I just remembered this story last night.
When I was in high school, family dinners around the table were a rarity. I had games on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The other nights, I was at practice until dark.
One evening, I actually found myself at the table with my mom and dad and a hot meal in front of us. As men often do, my dad and I started talking about sports and didn't make an effort to include my mom. She's not sports-inclined, but neither is she stupid. I don't remember her missing a home game in all the years my siblings and I played sports and even missed road games were a rarity.
Anyway, we were talking about baseball and the designated hitter. All of a sudden, my mom looks up from her plate and says, "I don't like the designated hitter rule either."
We were stunned. My mother never participated in conversations with sports as the main topic. I didn't know she knew what a designated hitter was, much less had an opinion about it.
No point to the story, just a memory I wanted to record.