My old lady was reading a newspaper while I was engrossed in a magazine. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. “Listen to this,” she said. “There’s a classified ad here where a guy is offering to swap his wife for a season ticket to the stadium.” “Hmmm,” I said, not looking up from my magazine. She started teasing me. She said, “Would you swap me for a season ticket to the Florida State Seminoles?” “Absolutely not,” I said. “How sweet. Tell me why not.” “The season’s more than half over,” I replied.