I come home from work. Climb into the roomate's lap. He looks annoyed and tries to placate me. A small hug and a pat on the back. He pushes me to the side on the couch.
I am relentless. I am not going to let a little hockey game ruin my evening.
He looks over. Double take. Look of disgust.
"Put your shirt down. There's a hockey game on." Looks back at the TV.
I'm shocked. Granted, I don't have much in that department but come on.
"Really?!" I say, laughing. "REALLY!?!?"
"It's game FOUR of the FINALS!"
I can't freakin' wait for the hockey season to be over. Baseball is much easier to distract from.
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