One day during Wimbledon I checked live scores on my computer at work and saw a juicy match developing. Excitedly told my officemate what was happening and how I had to watch this match. Then I thought aloud, "what would I tell my grandkids?" My friend gave me a good excuse, something along the lines of: as work life goes, you stick with the live scores. "Nah," I said, "I'll tell them that I took the first available cab home and watched a great game."