“What time is it?" he asked.
"Nine o'clock. I just told you," said Mrs. Benson.
"We'd better get going, Dad," Michael said.
Mr. Benson lowered his newspaper. "It's only an hour's drive to the stadium and the game doesn't start until two."
"But I want to be there before anyone. Owen Zabriskie likes to take early batting practice. He's probably there already."
"Owen Zabriskie is probably still asleep," Mr. Benson said.
"But, Dad, we could have a flat tire or get caught in a traffic jam..."
"Calm down, Michael. What's gotten into you this morning? Are you trying to drive your mother and me crazy?”