My girlfriend’s comments during sports games often go ignored. On a normal Saturday during the fall I have to endure questions about referee signals, comments on stylish matte helmets, and complaints about being in hour 9 of a game day football marathon. To say the least, she’s no Kirk Herbstreit. Apparently however, the many hours she spends on the sofa next to me have not been completely lost on her. Every now and then, she manages to catch me off-guard with a surprisingly intelligent question.