I dearly loved watching Sox games with my old man. But when they were losing, it was hard being in the same house with him, much less the same room. This is not an exaggeration. He would've been the darkest of the dark clouds these days.
Listening to Hawk when they're losing is the same, and it's a good reason to turn them off. Time is getting short for him to make a graceful exit. When he's gone, I'll probably miss him, but not as often as I miss the old man.