Last night Ryan and I watched the national title game. Erika was sitting on the couch; I knew she would not last long. Trying to spark a modicum of interest I told her that this game was in Pasadena, California (which means nothing to her) and that our friend Chuck (a UT fan) was there.
“Really? Wait. Is this ‘live’?”
“Yes” I answered
“So this is happening exactly now?”
I pointed out that there was likely a 3 or 4 second delay, at least, to bounce the image to a satellite and back to Texas but mostly to give the TV men time to react if they didn’t want to show something, like if a streaker jumped out of the stands.
“Like Chuck?” she asked.
Ryan’s hands flew to his temples. ”Don’t get an image. Don’t get an image.” Then he gave us a sarcastic, “Thank a lot guys!”
2 comments:
Did you see the streaker in the 4th? How coincidental.
I didn't. But I don't think it was my friend, even though he must have been distraught when Colt went down.
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