There it was. Some point in the fourth quarter of the Green Bay Packers’ trouncing of the Chicago Bears. I was walking to the car and Al and Cris were trying to tell stories to keep the five people still watching on TV interested.
“Blah, blah, blah, Mike McCarthy,” Al said, as Cris softly cupped his balls in both hands, slowly opening his mouth and leaning forward.
And then McCarthy tripped over a cord and ruined the moment.
“Rawr,” says Buffon! “Who put cord there? Buffoon walk there!”
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