<strong>Vern ~ to the rescue… uh huh</strong><br/><br/>Vern swallowed and washed down the bite in his mouth with a taste of stout. His eyes were locked on the TV as Evie sputtered and gasped.<br/><br/>“Iz ah fuckin tarantula, Evie.” Vern explained as he watched the tube.<br/><br/>Leeds was attempting another push to the goal.<br/><br/>“Watch your right!!  Shoot!! Take the shot …. Oh for the…a foul??? …Damnit!!”<br/><br/>“Did you see that?” Vern said and finally turned to Evie for support in the dispute over the foul.<br/><br/>But she seemed disturbed about the tarantula for some reason. Then it dawned on Vern and he turned back to the table.  The furry spider like tarantula was bobbing and weaving with the pace of the game. It was between Evie and the tube and blocking her view.<br/><br/>“Mark Anthony!!  You’re in Evie’s way!!” Vern admonished .<br/><br/>His big hand swept the tarantula over to Vern’s side of the coffee table.<br/><br/>“Better now? ” Vern asked Evie but his eyes were on the game.