“Are you watching the game?”
“Are the Browns playing?”
“Has aaa!-If that’s a factor you’ll never watch another Superbowl in your life-”
“Until they’re playing with no padding Aussie-rules style, or on asphalt playing touch I-”
“No one does that anymore!”
“And That’s what’s wrong with America!” She yells, victorious. “Ya punkasses!Back in My Day- there was street football! Street hockey!”
He’s completely stupefied. She pauses bashfully.
“Actually, I’ve watched not one football game this season-“she grins.
“Who cares! You’re a damn near savant picking the winners! I wanna gamble!”
“…no.” She demurs.
“Come on! Do you know how much money I made off that Seahawks-”
“How much of that bank did ya give to me?” She asks, miffed. He blushes hotly but can say nothing.
“I’m going to watch They Live-” she says the same way a boxer’s wife would say they’re taking the kids to their sister’s house.