[action!|text] Underdogs
[one could possibly blame Alfred's family for his pickings on the Super Bowl, Liz was pretty passionate about her team while Alfred knew that Albert's best friend happened to be a fan but he'd never really met said friend. So maybe it was Liz that had really gotten him on one side (she had sent him that cheese hat...)
in the end it all came down to one thing. Alfred liked the underdogs.
No matter who won that night, or who the radio said was going to win, or what his friends said or what statistics said, Alfred loved the underdogs.
So he'd proudly wear that green jersey and the ridiculous plastic Mardi Gras beads that everyone always has lying around and maybe that cheese hat for the first little while, and he'd go out to the bar nearest the LU campus, and he'd enjoy the company of like-minded people, the wings, the beer and the cheerleaders from the upper classes that were bound to show up.
And he'd enjoy the game. No matter who won, Alfred would fucking love the game because that game would remind him about what he'd been missing out on.
And he'd enjoy how in that one game/after-game party/after-party party that would last well into the morning, he would be just like everyone else, the ring hanging loosely next to his cross, just out of sight under the green jersey.
Maybe he'd tryout when April came around...]
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to: Ivan
sent: February 7th, 2:46am
mdrunk- pick up
in the end it all came down to one thing. Alfred liked the underdogs.
No matter who won that night, or who the radio said was going to win, or what his friends said or what statistics said, Alfred loved the underdogs.
So he'd proudly wear that green jersey and the ridiculous plastic Mardi Gras beads that everyone always has lying around and maybe that cheese hat for the first little while, and he'd go out to the bar nearest the LU campus, and he'd enjoy the company of like-minded people, the wings, the beer and the cheerleaders from the upper classes that were bound to show up.
And he'd enjoy the game. No matter who won, Alfred would fucking love the game because that game would remind him about what he'd been missing out on.
And he'd enjoy how in that one game/after-game party/after-party party that would last well into the morning, he would be just like everyone else, the ring hanging loosely next to his cross, just out of sight under the green jersey.
Maybe he'd tryout when April came around...]
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to: Ivan
sent: February 7th, 2:46am
mdrunk- pick up