Why I'm not allowed in sports bars

Thursday night when our beloved Oklahoma City Thunder returned to Bricktown to battle it out with the San Antonio Spurs, The Dad and I headed to our local sports bar to watch the big game.  When intermission half-time came around, I decided to engage The Dad with some intelligent sports talk.

Almost a Cinderella story...
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"I'm surprised there aren't more human interest stories about Scott Brooks," I said.  OK, fine... it's not really sports talk, but Scott Brooks was a subject that had captured my heart since I'd first heard it on ESPN a few years ago when he was named head coach of the Thunder.

"What about him?" he asked, his eyes not moving from the remote poker screen next to the BIG screen which was showing the half-time show.

"Well," I said, "Don't you think it was a big chance that the organization took on Scott Brooks when they hired him to be head coach?   And, man! What a fairy tale for him."

"A fairy tale?" he said as he bet big on a pair of twos.  (Yes, a pair of twos - glad we weren't playing with real money.)

"Yes!" I continued, my enthusiasm growing because, apparently, The Dad had no idea where I was going with this.  Finally, I had a leg up on something sporty.  "I mean, he used to just be an electrician.  A lineman, for heaven's sake!  And then, I guess, he applied for the job and they hired him.  Must have been money.  They probably could pay him as much as they would a coach with lots of basketball experience.  But look at him now - two years in a row he's taken the Thunder right to the top!"

He put down the poker machine and looked at me for a very long time - probably wondering how I had this valuable information and he didn't.  He was probably also wondering how he ended up with such a smart and sexy woman.  "Whhhhaaaaat?" he finally uttered.

"Well," I said, confidence dripping off of me like buffalo sauce off a wing,  "he used to be a lineman."

Again, the look of complete and utter awe was evident in his eyes, "What?"

"An electrician - a lineman.  Scott Brooks used to be a lineman," I stated authoritatively.

"Honey," he said softly and low, glancing around to see if anyone could hear our conversation over the 96 TVs that were blaring, "He was a journeyman."

Now it was my turn. I stared at him for a very long time.  "Whhhhaaaaaat?"

"A journeyman."

"Isn't a journeyman an electrician?"

He sighed.  My confidence was now splattered like the sauce stain on the front of my shirt.  "What that means is that he played basketball in lots of different places but wasn't a standout.  He was not an electrician."

Again, I stared for a very long time.  "What?"

He stared back at me for a very long time and finally broke the silence with, "Just watch the game."

So, in case any of you were wondering:

Journeyman:

1.  A trained worker who is employed by someone else.

2.  A worker or sports player who is reliable but not outstanding.

Based on this definition, he could've been an electrician.  I think, however, I'll just keep that little technicality to myself.