Guy on cell: Hey, what’s up?…I’m at the Met game…The Mets are up 2 to 1, but Washington has 2 men on and nobody out…Two-one. No outs.
Guy #2: There’s one out.
Guy on cell: Oh, sorry. One out. We’ve been here since 8 and I’ve been drinking since 8:30. I’m wasted…Listen, Ma, I gotta go, I’m missing the game.
He hangs up.
Guy #1: My mother calls to get the score. Turn on the radio!
Dude: Hey, Carlos! Steal second, I won’t tell anybody!
Dude: Get off your knees; you’re blowing the game!