Pete is Asked to Write Sports-Related Sitcom Dialogue

Hey friend, how are you?

I am well.  And yourself?

Great!

Great.  Well, because we are two human men over the age of 20, we are now officially out of things to say and we might as well talk about sports.

Good.  I agree.

Did you get a chance to watch that entire 4 hour fucking game at some point this week?  I mean, I’m a person who has not once, not once in his life found the time to rotate the tires on any vehicle, but I’m betting we both watched this really long sports event.

You are correct.  Watching the football men is kind of how I relax.  Watching my life slip through my fingers in 4-hour chunks while I accomplish absolutely nothing is something that I find relaxing.

I hear you, brother.  I’m also going to assume that you have opinions on the individual men who carry around the football from time to time.  What are some of these opinions you have of these men?

Well, I find the one who throws the ball to be below my standards.

Me too.  I’m glad you said that because that’s what everyone else says on the channel where the sports men wear bad suits and talk about what is going on inside our sports.

Exactly.  I mostly agree with them, although my opinion is slightly altered by a small and insignificant portion of a theory that I use to make people understand that I use my own thoughts on sports as well.  With this man in particular, I find that when he throws the ball at another man, he sometimes hits the other man and sometimes he doesn’t.  It is my opinion that he would do better to throw the ball in the right place ALWAYS instead of sometimes.

You’re totally right.  That would be better.  How about that other game?

Psshhh, unbelievable.

I know.

It was a total blowout of some kind.

Tell me about it.

Would you like to talk more about sports?  Maybe about how we watch sports but really don’t care for non-whites and how these two opposite things come together?

No.

Okay.  Well, we should watch the game together next week or so.

Sounds good.  I’ll just pile all the hundred beer cans in the recycle bin which I pass every morning when I go to work and it doesn’t make me sad at all.