"That's game over!" Levi announced as the wide receiver celebrated in the end zone with a flagrant disregard for how many children watched these games.
I barked out a laugh while covering my mouth to prevent a noodle from shooting out. Chewing and then swallowing, I pointed an accusatory finger at Levi, "You've said that the last three touchdowns and been wrong!"
Roman shook his head at my side, leaning deeper into the couch and propping a single foot up onto the coffee table, "Stop tempting the fates, you're cursing them every time you open your mouth."
My fork halted it's ascent millimeters from my mouth, "It seems like your pretty worried over a game you'd thought the Tide would dominate in."
Levi scowled, tipping his beer back in response while Roman stole the fork from my hand, ta
