*Its top of the 7th inning, Chris' team is up 2 runs.  If only they score a few more runs, the game would be in the bag and he could go to bed on time, cuddle with his wife some, if she hadn't fallen asleep already.  He polishes off the third beer when suddenly the losing team rallies on two back to back errors, tying the score "Shit!!" he yells at the TV and pounds his fist against the sofa.  Emma could hear these disgruntled remarks all the way upstairs, but by now she was pretty used to it.