Having his willingness to do something hurt Mark to a degree. It was not something he cared to have happen, but for now he kept his mouth shut, they had bickered and bantered back and forth enough that he simply nodded in response to her question. The second one he simply didn't answer, allowing her to form her own conclusion and he would give it soon enough.<br/><br/>The reality was that he had never been back inside the stadium, or any football stadium really. He had never been back to a game, and outside of a rare game he had caught at a sports bar he didn't watch football anymore at all. He didn't know who was good, who was bad, anything along those lines was completely out of his element now. Hell, he didn't even own a television, which most people would likely find challenging to deal with.<br/><br/>A positive to the car ride was the fact that classic rock was playing on the radio, and then one of his favorite songs came on the radio and he started singing inside his head,<i> "Pour some sugar on me!!!!…."</i>he loved Def Leopard, and that song in particular was one that brought him back to when his father had been alive, to happier times in his life, and it helped him focus on the growing thirst and craving that was building up.<br/><br/>He saw her guy in the stadium, "then let's get rolling shall we," and she left him in the dust, the cane only helped him move so fast and while the hot food from the diner had filled his belly his knee still hurt like hell. As Mark approached he saw the guy whisper something into Claire's ear, a giddy smile appeared on his face as the man held out his hand. "I am Roger, you... you..." the blonde haired portly man stammered for a little bit seeming enamored with the fact he was seeing Mark Windham.<br/><br/>"I am Mark, yes I won a SuperBowl here, and it sounds like we owe you for this. Maybe a a date with the pretty lady with a bonus later that involves sucking and a banana." Mark winked at Roger and shook his hand.