They had great seats right behind their team’s bench.
After the game, he asked her how she liked it.
“Oh, I really liked it,” she replied, “especially the
tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn’t
understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.”
Dumbfounded, her boyfriend asked,
“What do you mean?”
“Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it, then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was…
‘Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’
I’m like…Helloooooo? It’s only 25 cents!”
