OOM:
No, we're going to settle this the right way. The way two men would settle this sort of thing back in the old days of chivalry. All Matt wanted was a nice couple of rounds of racquetball to get that weird New Year's experience off his mind. He's got the grungy sweatshirt, the natty basketball shorts, the lucky shoes, even his own racquet. Even he has a hard time making this more complicated than it actually needs to be. That's the beauty of racquetball, see.
That sort of thing takes intervention.
Which means one comedy writer is standing in the Bar, looking like a schlump, and wondering how to convince himself that this time, he has absolutely no mechanism for excusing away the place this time.