[after Ben and Lindsey have had a good time at Robin's birthday party and then a satisfying evening at home, Ben gets a call from Troy that the Sox defeated the Yankees]
Lindsey Meeks:
Hi. Would you like an omelet?
Ben:
They won.
Lindsey Meeks:
The Red Sox? Oh, good! This really is your night.
Ben:
No, you don't understand. They scored eight runs in the bottom of the ninth, to win 8-7. It was the best game ever. I, I can't - I never miss a game. Ever! This is like a nightmare. This is beyond - this is like a punishment from God or something.
Lindsey Meeks:
[no longer smiling]
Two minutes ago, you said this was the best night of your life.
Ben:
Yeah; two minutes ago, it was!
Lindsey Meeks:
Hey. I didn't tell you not to go.
Ben:
Oh, no. No, no. Of course not! No. You had nothing to do with it. I just suddenly had a whim, after eleven years of never missing an inning, to suddenly not go to a Yankees game!
[He punches the wall, and the dog whines and hides behind the couch]
Lindsey Meeks:
[getting teary-eyed]
Hey. Wasn't it you yourself that said, just tonight, it's only a game?
Ben:
Oh, that's great. That's great. Pile it on, yeah. Kick me when I'm down, that's great.
Lindsey Meeks:
It is just a game.
Ben:
Clearly it's not just a game! If it was, then obviously I wouldn't care about it this much! Twenty-three years. Do you still care about anything you cared about twenty-three years ago? How about ten? How about five? Name me a single thing that you cared about for twenty-three years.
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