Love of the Game

I'm not much of a sports fan. I'll go watch games for the food and drinks, not really the games themselves. But this year, with both of my sisters having gone to Notre Dame, and having been to about a million games myself, I felt a certain Irish Pride. It was exciting. 

The other night, the roommate was traveling, so I was home alone watching the game. My younger sister is in California living with 2 dudes, my older sister is living in New York City with her fiancee. That meant my sisters (both ND Alum) were having a party of at least more than 1 person for the game. No worries. I was still going to watch. But when I learned of their groupings, I got a little... self-conscious? Insecure? I don't know... OK fine, lonely. So I invited my friend, Fox, to hang out with me. 

I'm in a house, all alone. Don't judge me.

Anyway... What progressed from this was my pretending that Fox was an actual friend at a party. A die-hard Notre Dame fan. I will now show how I narrated the game through images of Fox.

Here he is at the beginning, just settling in with a beer.

 

This is him around the end of the first, beginning of the second quarter. He couldn't even look. And I wasn't judging him... but he moved on to some harder stuff... I'm pretty sure he bet some monopoly money on this game...

Things were getting really bad at this point... My sisters friends (also ND Alum) were responding to his pain... Ed, in New York City, was breaking into the good stuff... 

Rolly, out in San Francisco took things a bit further... We really thought he was going to light himself on fire... 

Ed finished his special reserve and moved on to the next two bottles... Things were getting bad at this point...

Well... Fox took that wave and the stove as a farewell and sent this back:

Then Ed, thinking Fox was serious, couldn't live without Fox and responded with this... 

Fox couldn't take it. It was his fault, Ed was gone. So he took to the streets and gambled his life away.

No one's heard from Rolly since, we just assume his fur caught on fire and he's in the hospital out in San Francisco somewhere. He doesn't have insurance, so we're all praying for him. Ed survived with a lost arm from the electric shock of the bath tub. (Really been milkin that arm with the ladies... Last I heard he was telling them he just got back from Iraq...) I found Fox throwing dice in a sidewalk gambling ring, we both knew it was time for rehab. Until next year...