Our women were away on business so T-- invited himself over to watch the game. His woman was at a swimsuit shoot and mine was at the new Italian place eating Pasta Alfredo.

     We weren’t through the national anthem before T-- showed his hand. “I’m thinking about getting married,” he said. “What do you think?”

     “I’m all for it,” I told him. “Did you know Domino’s has a registry now?”

     He turned toward me. It was an effort. He was deep in the couch. “People can register for pizza?”

     “Sort of,” I said. “You get gift cards.”

     “Gift cards?”

     “Yeah,”...

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