I had this one-nil, two-nil discussion with someone the other day. He was whining about why American sportscasters insisted on saying a "match" had been won by a something-nil score. "It's a game and the score is something to zero."
I said I had been following sports for a long time and I had never heard anyone talk about someone winning a tennis game six-zero. One wins a set six-love.
… and I asked if the French restaurant on North Lee Street was still open.
The chances of the Democrats taking control of the House? They'll get no closer than half the seats they need.
The Law of Conservation of Angular Momentum? I can run circles around that one.
The dark art of Edvard Munch? So easy I could scream.