-my dad, on the phone when I was walking into chem class with a cold yesterday morning.
When I was growing up my dad had an old sailboat and every Wednesday night in the summer I would go sailboat racing with him and his friends. (So fun!)
They were generally really bad at racing; we would always come in last. But, one season my dad was there at every race, and so he actually won the trophy that season! Hah, I think all the other boats were probably pissed.