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.

"Go! go!"

"Exciting game, huh?"

Unable to put any thoughts together, I replied, "Wha? Uh..."

Touchdown!

"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.

6 comments:

Lost said...

That was awesome! Well written and REAL. I could totally see this happening!

Awww...he was making an effort. Maybe give him one more shot?

Anonymous said...

You sounds just like a dude. A clueless, self-centered, rude one. Hope this guy didn't stick around much longer after that.

The Dauntless Dater said...

Thanks Lost!

And you, Anonymous, sound like you're not a football fan.

Tom said...

Your blog is hilarious; I just read the entire thing, from beginning to end. Recognized myself a bit, too. Take it easy on us DC guys, we don't know what the hell we're doing.

The Dauntless Dater said...

Thanks Tom! Not to worry, the guys around here aren't as bad as I make them seem. You got a blog?

Tom said...

Yes, but it hasn't been updated for close to a year. Also: I would hate to be scrutinized by your critical eye! I'm not sure my ego could withstand the assault.