"Oh, Keith...a T206 baseball card of Fred Merkle...you shouldn't have."
"It's the one from the Sweet Caporal cigarette box...the very same one I showed in the story I did back in 1983--the year you were born. I wanted you to have it, Katy, because of how much I--"
"No, Keith, I mean you REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE."
"But I wanted to, Katy. It's not as if I had to go out and spend any mo--"
"Actually, how much do you think this is worth on eBay about now?"
"Worth? Why, I have no idea how much it's worth in
money. What matters is what it shows about how I feel about--"
"KEITH! Enough with this Merkle Day! Enough with this whole baseball thing!"
"What?!?"
"Please. Take down the Merkle Tree and the Merkle decorations. Cancel the Merkle dinner. And if I hear you say to ANYONE 'Happy Merkle Day,' I'm going to scream."
"But, Katy, how can you take Fred Merkle out of--"
"I'm calling Bill O'Reilly and John Gibson right now and declaring a War on Merkle Day."
"Fine, Katy. See how YOU like it when Merkle Claus never comes down our chimney again. Or when all he leaves you is a bone--to symbolize what a bonehead you are. Oh, and one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Can I have my card back?"