My dad watches a lot of baseball. Actually, he watches the first few innings of a lot of baseball games, then falls into a sleep just deep enough that his mouth drops open and lets out a quiet snore, yet shallow enough that he vaguely detects the game's highlights as well as anyone's trying to change the channel. In any case, when I was a kid, I'd try to change the channel, and he'd wake up and say: "What? Wait. Hey. I'm watching that."