I could be wrong, though. It was either Dirty Harry or Blade Runner. I couldn't remember.
So I called dad, just to be sure.
"So hey, how 'bout them Huskies?"
For once, I wasn't calling about the Huskies.
MOM: Up 20 at the half! Did you see Rudy Gay flex his arm at Marcus Williams? What was up with that? HONKY: Yeah, mom. But I'm not actually calling about the Huskies.
MOM: On the ROAD! At CUSE!
HONKY: Yeah. We look good. I hope we get a piece of Duke in the tournament.
MOM: Oh, I do to. We're gonna make ‘em HURT!
HONKY: Yeah. But I'm not actually calling about the game. I'm calling because I wanna know what Dad's favorite movie is.
MOM: I think it's Blade Runner.
HONKY: Is it Blade Runner, or is it Dirty Harry? Cuz I remember him quoting Dirty Harry to me all the time when I was a kid.
MOM: I think it's Blade Runner. I'd ask him, but he's in the bathroom for halftime. You know how it is now, with the colon thing and all.
HONKY: That's cool.
MOM: So yeah. We're lookin' good.
HONKY: Good.. good. So Blade Runner, eh? I'm still thinking Dirty Harry.
MOM:: Well he's coming downstairs now. Let me ask him Hey, it's Chris.
DAD: Huskies RULE!
MOM: No, he wants to know what your favorite movie is.
DAD: Blade Runner.
HONKY: You sure it's not Dirty Harry?
MOM: You sure it's not Dirty Harry?
DAD: No. It's Blade Runner.
MOM: No. It's Blade Runner.
HONKY: Well crap.
MOM: Crap what?
HONKY: Ah, nothing... never mind.
Well, this kills my post about how Dirty Harry is my dad's favorite movie. This sucks, cuz I've been feeling very Dirty Harry-esque lately – about how I've been holding .357 Magnums to heads, kicking ass, and taking names. But noooo, Dad has to go off and start likin' Blade Runner an' shit.
MOM: We're getting Big East Tournament tickets. Wanna go?
HONKY: Yeah, ma. That'll be fun.
MOM: Oh. okay. Well, you have a good night. Talk to you later.