Alex was a sports fan whose face was always either buried in the sports pages or transfixed by the television screen.
One night as he lay in bed next to his wife watching a football game, she got up, walked across the room and unplugged the TV.
“Hey,” Alex shouted, “what do you think you are doing?”
“I’m sick of sports, and I’m sick of TV,” she replied. “You haven’t touched me in months. We’re going to talk about sex right now!”
“OK, OK. So,” he asked after a moment, “how often do you think Tom Brady gets laid?”