Text and above photo (my nephew Joe) by: Corey Amaro
Right in the middle of watching the Giant's on T.V. my son Sacha ran into the room, excited he blurted out, "Hey you guys, can you change the channel, my girlfriend is being interviewed on the other channel. She is the Athlete of the Week!"
Now you must remember that though Sacha is half American, and living in the States at the moment, and dating a Californian girl, that does not make him 100 percent American, nor does he fully get the part of American culture that includes: Baseball, Hot-dogs and notinterrupting during the World Series.
I was told that those gathered by the T.V. in the family room barely noticed Sacha, let along responded to his request.... except for my brother Mathew who simply looked up at Sacha and said, "No. Get outta here, are you mad?" Then laughed and shook his head.
Sacha was perplexed, later he told me, "Gee, what's the big deal... it was only a click away to watch Miss Rival (That will be Sacha's girlfriend's name for now.) for a minute or so?!"
"The World Series is a big deal... kind of like soccer in France," I offered. Sacha wasn't sold, maybe that is because we were never big sports fan, nor watch T.V.
With his request rejected, Sacha walked out of the family room into the kitchen. The kitchen table was loaded with hot-dogs, buns, mayonnaise, catsup, mustard, onions, pickle relish... all the makings for a hot-dog extraordinaire. Sacha grabbed a hot-dog bun. My brother in the family room noticed, keeping one eye on the game, and one eye on the vegetarian loading up the hot-dog bun. My brother Mathew said, "Yeah, there he was the French vegetarian who doesn't have a clue about baseball, the world series, dating the rival school's homecoming queen, loading up one of the last remaining hot-dog buns. I thought to myself he doesn't even eat hot-dogs, what is he doing."
You gotta know that my brother Mathew is fiesty. Loving but fiesty. Funny as ever and a stinker too. He is most like my mother. His humor and lectures go hand in hand.
Sacha loaded his hot-dog bun with every topping available except for the main ingredient. That was the dog that broke the camel's back, my brother jumped up, left the golden tube in the middle of the world series, snatched the bun before it entered Sacha's mouth.
"Sacha, Sacha, Sacha.... you gotta know that the hot-dog buns are of a premium around here... if you are not going to stick a hot-dog in that bun, then eat bread instead." Teased my brother Mathew, nevertheless grabbing the bun and sticking a hot-dog in it and eating it himself.
Buns and dogs.
Sort of like bread and butter.
Sacha stood empty handed. American culture 101:
Do not ask to change the channel during the Word Series, and do not use a hot-dog bun for a sandwich.