In regards to watching the PLAYOFFS at a girlfriend's house, and she couldn't care less about it...can you...

Question

write a paragraph or 2 or more that includes these quotes??
1. You're so wise. You're like a miniature Buddha, covered with hair.
2. Take it easy, Champ. Why don't you stop talking for a while.
3. There are literally thousands of men that I should be with instead, but I am 72 percent sure that I love you.
4. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there.
5. Yes, I heard what you said...blah,blah,blah.
6. What have we been talking about? Yeah, no more liquor stores

Answer 1

Football, I live for it. No one is as obsessed with it as much as I am. I actually won tickets to a game between the Chargers and the Raiders by dressing up as a football and parading in front of a radio station for 12 hours straight. Mind you there wasn’t a contest going on, I was desperate for tickets and the game was sold out. As all media venues have tickets I though I’d try my little stunt in front of a local radio station in hopes that they would give me free tickets. I didn’t get tickets from the radio station, in fact they threatened to call the police if I didn’t stop “this foolishness” as they put it. It was a local news broadcast that got wind of me and came to do a segment for the news. After the news reporter interviewed me I was handed an envelope that had two tickets with seats at the 50 yard line. What can I say except I felt that I had won the lottery and in a way I had.

Today I’m at my friend Darlene’s house to watch the play off game between the Patriots and the Colts. Now Darlene is the complete opposite of me. She is not now, nor will she ever be a football person. Why she is hosting a football party at her house is beyond me except I’ve heard rumors that Neil Diamond was going to be there. Now don’t get too excited I’m not talking about Neil Diamond the singer. Unfortunately, it’s Neil Diamond from Legal at work. Darlene has wanted to get to know Neil better and heard that he was a real football fan, thus the party. And I should also point out it isn’t really a “party” as there is only going to be the three of us and Darlene’s cats there.

I arrived at Darlene’s house right as the game began. Neil hadn’t arrived yet so it was just Darlene, the cats and I. One of her cats, Snowball was sitting directly in front of the TV watching the kickoff, and I don’t know where the other one was. You’re so wise. You’re like a miniature Buddha, covered with hair, I was thinking as the cat continued to watch the action on the television screen. Darlene, meanwhile was doing a running monolog in regards to if I though Neil would show up for the game and how much she really wanted to get to know him. Take it easy, champ. Why don’t you stop talking for a while I wanted to say, but gosh she is my friend and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings so I gave short little answers and hoped that she would soon shut up.

I tried to concentrate on the game, but I tell you Darlene was close to having a fit because Neil was not there yet. She was not paying any attention to the game whatsoever. Snowball was more interested in it than Darlene was and I bet if he could have said anything in English he would have told her to shut up, sit down and watch the game.

At this time, Darlene asked me if I thought was she was being silly. My mind was racing. Should I tell her the truth or play along with this? As I was thinking what to say, Snowball stopped watching the action and started rubbing against my leg. I picked him up and said to him, “There are literally thousands of men that I should be with instead, but I am 72 percent sure that I love you” I said hoping Darlene would just forget about dragging me into her sordid love life. But luck was not in my ball court today as she continued to go on about Neil. When she got going about she felt he was “The One”, I couldn’t help myself. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa…stop right there” I said. “You don’t even really know this person” I reminded her. Just then, the Colts scored a touchdown and I missed it. I really wanted to watch the game, but instead I had to listen to her whine about some guy. No wonder people go to bars to watch sporting events. She continued to talk but I wasn’t listening as the Patriots were rushing the Colts quarterback. When she accused me of not listening I responded with “Yes, I heard what you said…blah, blah, blah. Get over it, he will either show up or he won’t” I said. Feeling a bit guilty for my lack of compassion, I hastily threw in “He is probably stuck in traffic.”

It was music to my ears when the door bell sounded and it couldn’t have happened at a better time. The Colts had just intercepted a pass and was running it back down the field. I was lost in the action on the television screen along with my pal Snowball, but I did hear Neil ask Darlene what he had missed. “What have we been talking about? Yeah, no more liquor stores” she responded. What??? What kind of an answer is that I was thinking, but she was saved as Neil apparently didn’t hear the stupid response to his question as he was now parked in front of the television with Snowball and me watching the Patriots try to tackle the guy with the ball. Neil and I were cheering on the Colts and believe it or not, Darlene was now sitting in a nice chair being quite. It’s about time!