After the morning shift, I stop by a bar.
Watching the last ten minutes of an American football game, the crowd here breaks into applause and hoots for the local team.
For the images on t.v.
(For each other.)
“We look good.”
We? No, dear, “they”. They are not you.
Five minutes later the crowd breaks into “boo”, “oh no”, “why,” along with some judgements and criticisms.
“They should have…”
Oh, it is “they” not “we” now, huh?
Giggle.
The 12th man is always the loudest?
A short completed pass results in the “other” team’s receiver getting gobsmacked by a defender
“They lit him up” I offer.
I like lit people.
“I am gonna need you to get a little more excited about this game,” the fellow aside me at the bar jokes.
Despite being kind, I am not daft.
I can sense patronizing intent from miles away.
“And, Ima need you to not tell me how to handle my business” I smile. Teasing him.
I will poke the bear to see his response.
He has no clue how to respond. He does not realize I am giving him the business.
WrittenCasey 
Too right.
Just back from a charity pub gig. The soundman is mixing the stage from an iPad. He is stood, like an oaf, in front of me, mid crowd, tapping away at a screen like it’s rnr. All the while he watches the 60″ wall mounted TV – lots of sweaty blokes chasing a ball.
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Howlarious, nickreeves. Midcrowd?! They usually stuff soundmen out of sight, in my experience. Jockeying would-be jocks, eh? Glad you heard some live music. Thanks for your kind time in mind.
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