I leaned on him for support when I got out of the cab, and he just crumpled to the ground. That's how we found out.
I wanted to throw my glass at the TV.
Butcher boy, damn it, butcher boy.
Hey man! Get away from me!
Hey Mantle, you win. You're the worst.
I always loved the game, but when my legs weren't hurting it was a lot easier to love.