I never did really get it when he'd watch baseball. That sport never sparked me.
Things were so bad that once we went to a Dodger game, and to me, nothing was happening. I was bored out of my mind. Suddenly, a ball was hit by the other team at the first baseman, and he knocked it down, but couldn't tag the other guy out. Suddenly the crowd went wild, as the umpire ruled it an error rather than a base hit. I was confused...I mean, why should an LA crowd cheer that their guy got an error, and the other team was on base. I asked my Dad, and he said, "Didn't you realize that Bill Singer is pitching a no-hitter?" Well, no, I hadn't been. That meant that the crowd was happy that this base hit had been ruled an error, instead, and indeed, Singer did finish the game with a no-hitter. But my Dad never noticed that I was clueless until that point.
Still, I guess in the annals of baseball fandom, sitting through a no-hitter is a big deal.