Thursday, November 08, 2007
Timing is Everything
It's second down and seven. The opposing team is on their twenty yard line. Doesn't seem like the start of a remarkable play, but I sip my draft, entranced nonetheless.
24, 31, 42, Hike!
The quarterback rolls out of the pocket, looks left, then right. Fires on a line to his right. It's tipped. It starts to wobble. My defender has his sights on that ball. And...
"Hey there [Dauntless]."
"Wha?" I turn to my head left, eyes remaining on the television screen for as long as possible. Then I break away from the television to see it's the guy who I'm supposed to be meeting.
"Oh, hey 'Doug'"
That's when the other patrons start to go wild. Interception!
Damn it! I missed it!
I snap my head back to the television, "Go! go! go!"
He's at the fifteen.
"So, how have you been?" Doug asks.
Keeping my eyes on the screen, I replied, "Uh, great. Yeah."
He's at the ten.
"Exciting game, huh?"
Unable to put any thoughts together, I replied, "Wha? Uh..."
"Whoo hooo!" The bar goes wild. Everyone's jumping and slapping fives. Everyone except Doug.
It's ok that we don't root for the same team. Really, it is. But to not know when to let me watch my team... It's a turn off. A big one.