My personal hell

So my old man got my mom something that I can't stand for christmas. She got tickets to a nascar race. Not just any nascar race, but the race down here in phoenix. Ok, so that's not that bad. Wait, there's a kicker. According to my old man, he talked to me and I supposedly said I would go to the race with my mom. No way in hell did I say that. I would rather die then go to that place. I have no desire to go anywhere like that. Being the nice guy that I am, I didn't throw him I under the bus. I told my mom that yeah, maybe he did talk to me about that, but I don't remember it. I KNOW he didn't talk to me about this, cause I would of said no.