Around 6 pm last Sunday night, Bishop came into my office,
where I’d been playing a video game on my computer. Frustrated, he dropped into an armchair and
said, “There’s like no one online in WoW.
I’m trying to put a group together to go through a dungeon and I can’t
find anyone!”
There’s a pause while we looked at each other, knowing in
the back of our minds that something was going on to prevent people from using
the Internet.
It hit us at the same moment: “The Superbowl’s on tonight!”
he realized, and I pointed out that it probably just started, so WoW’s
emptiness made sense.
“I don’t even know who’s playing,” Bishop laughed, the
mystery solved.
For maybe the first time, I actually knew this: “It’s the Patriots… and the Hawks? Something
about hawks and the 12th man…”
“The Seattle Seahawks?”
“That’s them! That’s who’s playing tonight.” I smiled, proud of myself. He got up to leave, leaning over to high-five
me as he went.
“I knew a sports thing,” I bragged, and we both
laughed.
The End.
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