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Here I am watching this game at the bar. Outside signs say pizza and pretzels and smoothies and stuff like that, but ha - no way. There is no food, although there are tables. It's like a shell of an eatery. The gelato case is barren. The carnival style popcorn machine kept like an antique in a side room with other hopes long gone. There's all this equipment back there, spices, hot dog racks, psychic reading signs. Looks like they failed many times. I think they quit and reinvented it into a shithole. Fine. Just put the tv on. All we got in here are guys at the bar and guys smoking near the door. Inside. Hey man, it's cool. I guess the cops don't care, or it's not an issue. It's good to see the law skirted every now and again.
People in bars are morons. This guy doesn't know shit about football, yet he spurts out stuff without substance like a fire hydrant. Guy dances around, cries "We're getting killed!" but the score is obviously 10-11. Dude. Ehh, whatever. "Ah man! That's a 47 yard field goal!" More sputtering. It's cool. Okay, relax. I'm relaxed. Hey man, I like seeing enthusiasm. It's cool, bring it. Finally, I can watch the game. Fuck them. I can't rely on anyone. I have no idea if this place is good or not, but it's what I need. read more