*Chris looked back over his shoulder straining to see, but cant really see much.  He was resisting every temptation to excuse himself and go see whats going on, by the cheer of the patrons at the bar, something big just happened.  but he turned back around, smiled at Emma and held her hand.  "I know I spend a lot of time watching sports and neglect you honey, tonight I'll be good, I'll focus on us and not the game" he smiled and took a sip of the drink.  after four sips already feeling a light buzz.  "I'll ask our waiter for  score updates" he smiled.