Rowan yawned a bit and leaned back on the couch. He was idly watching the sports game, but he clearly wasn't too invested.
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
Cliff looked over. "You a fan of either of these teams?" He beckoned with his head back towards the TV screen.
"Uh…" Rowan looked up at the teams. "Which one are you rooting for?" He asked.
(I feel like at some point I should've asked where this takes place, lmao)
(Uhhh I have no idea lol. America in general is fine? I think any team can be on TV but I don't watch sports so I could be wrong)
(Alright and I only know football teams so we're just gonna go with that)
Cliff pointed to the screen. "'Bama. You?"
(Sure lol)
"Uh… yeah. That one." Rowan figured it would be best to just agree with Cliff. He didn't care much, so he might as well.
"Good-ass team, lemme tell ya." Cliff snorted. "I don't even get why people are Auburn fans anymore– they can't win jack shit."
"Mhmm. Auburn sure does suck." Rowan leaned back against the couch and idly watching the game. He spent most of his time trying to figure out which team was which.
"Fuck yeah they do." He laughed. "Fuckin' neighbor's an Auburn guy, wouldn't shut up about that damn win they got on us."
"Mm. Give him a piece of your mind." Rowan yawned a bit. By now, he was pretty sure which team was which based on watching who scored when Cliff cheered.
"Goddamn right I will." He nodded. Cliff adjusted his baseball cap, scratching his head while the brim was lifted. He barked out another cheer as they scored, clapping his hands.
Rowan eventually figured out what was going on, but he still didn't really care. "How long are these games, usually?" He asked.
"I'm thinkin' about that- an hour-ish? Hour'n a half? More ads'n a highway billboard, but I think the game's'n hour." Cliff shrugged. "We're already in second quarter, though."
Rowan nodded. "Alright, sounds good… how often do you watch these guys play?"
"Every time they're on." Cliff answered simply. "Why?"
Rowan shrugged. "Just wondering. How often are they on?" He asked.
(oh god i have zero football knowledge. god bless google)
"Four." Cliff only looked over at Rowan to vaguely acknowledge him, and even then it was only for a split moment. "Why?"
(Same lol)
"Four?" Rowan asked, confused. "Is that four times a day? Four times a month? At four in the afternoon?"
"Jesus." Cliff muttered. "Four times a season."
"Ah… okay…" Rowan was quiet for a moment. "And… um… how long is a season?"
"4-ish months. 17 weeks." He shrugged.
"So like… once a monthish?" Rowan asked tentatively.
"Sounds about right, yeah. I dunno, I don' keep track like that, y'know." He grunted, looking back over at Rowan.
Rowan nodded a bit. "Yeah… sorry, I… don't know much about sports…"
"It's fine, it's fine." Cliff responded. He moved to sit back on the couch, somewhat sprawled. "I kinda figured."
Rowan nodded again, awkwardly turning his attention back to the TV. "So… um… what makes football so exciting for most people?"
"It's just excitin' to watch. The rivalries are fun." Cliff shrugged. "And the tailgatin' parties."
"Ah…" Rowan watched the game curiously. "Why do they have to tackle each other, though? It seems pretty dangerous."
"'Cause it's not a sport for pussies, man. Just part'a the game." Cliff snorted. "Just how it is."