Your teams are failures.
[ Burch has been hogging the television in the main room all morning and afternoon. After many screams and fits thrown, his last hope game has come to an end. ]
NO! Goddamn you! No!
[ He falls to his knees dramatically, throwing his hands up towards the ceiling, as if begging whatever football gods will bother to hear his plea. His next ( Read more... )
NO! Goddamn you! No!
[ He falls to his knees dramatically, throwing his hands up towards the ceiling, as if begging whatever football gods will bother to hear his plea. His next ( Read more... )
She's just looking around the corner curiously, an eyebrow raised. ]
Ya got bad luck der too?
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Goddamn teams gotta motherfuckin' break your heart every year.
[ He figures Minnesota would understand, so he doesn't mind letting some of his frustration off of his chest. ]
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Aw... I'm awful sorry Burch. Sports teams, ya know? They get yer spirits up and crush 'em to da ground. Though, sometimes I cheer for other people's teams, ya know? ... if I like them well enough.
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I only cheer for other teams if I don't have a team in a division or if I really want revenge on some goddamn team. [ Glances at Minnesota. Smirk. ] Sometimes that's difficult, though.
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Oh yah, that's exactly what I do. It's pretty difficult though... But what else can ya do? Too bad fer them that there's no international sports team fer lumberjack games. Or I'd show 'em who's boss...
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[ He probably doesn't realize he's mocking her, it just comes so naturally. ] Haha! If you had a lefse team, you'd probably only have North as a rival, and then I'd have to cheer for you!
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Are ya kidding? I'd kick his butt! I'd make da best dang lefse this side of da Mississippi! Heck, even Gabe can't match up his lefse to mine. Speakin' of which, it's that time of da year. I gotta make a whole bunch of it...
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A whole bunch, huh? That'd probably be a good idea. I didn't get any for Thanksgiving, and it just doesn't feel right without it.
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You betchya! I have some in my fridge, but I could always give ya a call when I make a fresh batch. When ya get it right off da pan? there's nothing to compare it to. It's uhhh... amazing. Like that.
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[ Claps his hands together. ] Sounds like a plan! You have my phone number then? Know how to get a hold of me? [ Losing a bit of his privacy is worth it for sweet, sweet lefse.
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Ah, no. I don't have yer phone number. And I don't use that email tecchy hooha either. So yer phone number would be great!
[ And she'll be fishing around in her coat pockets for a pen and paper. She might accidentally whip out a gun... or two ]
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...and just wait. This might take him a while. ]
Goddamn piece of newfangled shit. [ His big fingers hit about four buttons at once every time he tries to make it to the menu. Once he's there, he can't figure out where to go in his contact list to find his own number. ]
...maybe you should just leave me a note on my door. Or knock! Really loud so ya wake me up!
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That sounds like a great idea... Do ya know yer phone number though? I got paper.
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[ He looks off to the side as he tries to remember the number. ] Stars with 406, of course, then...444 is for the capital, and uhhhhh...6668!
[ Grins, proud of himself for remembering a phone number. ]
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Thank ya! Hey, I'll be making christmas cookies too, in case yer interested. I usually send my neighbors a bag full, and yer kinda like a neighbor so...
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Wait...how am I kinda like a neighbor?
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